孙燕姿新开的“做音乐”博客，谈的咋全都是儿子呢？
新加坡音乐天后孙燕姿之前答应歌迷，要建一个新的博客“做音乐make music”，果然言出必行，昨天创立了名为http://www.makemusic.sg/blog/的新。猜猜看她昨晚用英文写的长文，起名叫什么？
Son（儿子）！你看得没错，就这个。
顾名思义，这篇文章孙燕姿主要就谈了自己3岁多的宝贝“纳小子”。虽然平日里她很注重隐私，至今未让儿子的正面曝光，难抑母爱爆棚，索性在博客上一写
为快～～
孙燕姿虽然被冠以多个头衔，她自认就是千万个妈妈中的一员，纳小子的玩具铺满地，喂他吃巧克力饼干，果汁洒在身上不换衣服（因为没衣服换也没有湿纸巾擦），都是Ok的。其实她有时也会对孩子喊叫哦！
虽然儿子应该还看不太懂孙燕姿写了些什么，貌似她并不在乎，还是感性写道----“当他和同伴在玩耍时，有时会被推倒！当他流鼻涕或发烧时，妈妈得去工作；老师也不可避免会教他认识“坏人”；在这个世界上，他要体验和学习不公平、不平等……，最终能充满希望地如己所愿过真实、得体的生活。”
“儿子，虽然现实生活会弄伤你，伤痛一点都不好玩，但是希望你永远昂首往前走。妈妈相信你能做得到，或许哪一天，你会体验到生活中我没体验过的那一面。”
只是随着孩子渐渐长大，孙燕姿坦言更珍惜孩子的每个傻笑、每次 “妈妈，你能陪我睡吗？”的要求，因为”时间让我的小男孩一天天长大，当我发现他脸颊的婴儿肥慢慢消失，我更珍惜我们每一次的拥抱“。难舍之情溢于言表。
貌似和天后有类似感觉的妈妈还真不少，身边就有多产妈妈因为看着子女一天天长大，自觉失落，跃跃欲试要来一个的。
终于，天后在文末点到了母亲，“至于你们，记得要常打电话给妈妈。”，这是写给粉丝的话，也是给即将来临母亲节的献辞吧！
孙燕姿在她的Facebook上预告了博客的新开张，”Son“原文如下。粉丝看完后，别忘了上她的个人主页点赞哦！
Dear all,
As I had promised eons ago, here is a new blog entry.
I know I haven't been doing this for a long time, and more so since I've had a big sunshine (or meteor depending on which day you ask) appear in my life.
Being a mum, I usually click on the multiple articles that gives you some insight to tell you what parenting means. I read it to maintain some sanity while I make a bolt for the next job overseas. Sometimes it informs you on the demise of your individuality (which I am hard pressed to deny), sometimes they tell you what is the best way to raise a child (most of which I am finally ignoring) and the best ones are usually the ones that say it's ok.
I too would like to say it's ok. Ahem.
It's ok to have toys lying around (as I type this out with a Thomas, a magna doodle plus a launch pad lying nearby), it's ok to feed your kid a chocolate biscuit (you just have to pay for it when he goes into hyper mode), it's ok to not have a change of clothes when he has juice down his t-shirt (use a wet wipe or tissue or just wait for it to dry because you SIMPLY HAVE NONE OF THE ABOVE), it's ok when you simply lose it and shout at him (you then apologize like any reasonable adult does).
I think it's ok when you can't keep up or keep it in or keep breathing. After all, it happens to all mothers.
Then there are these other things that are also supposed to be ok.
It's ok that some Didi pushed him to the ground and nobody was there to intervene. It's ok that he needs air conditioning to sleep because we can afford it. It's ok that I had to leave for work while he had a bout of sniffles and fever. It's ok that teachers will teach him about bad people before teaching him about circumstances.
These issues when viewed collectively seem unrelated or even the least of most people's worries. But in my opinion, they give a preview of the spectrum of how the world works. He will experience and learn unfairness, inequality, practicality over dreams (as it means today), and eventually, hopefully, he would determine a truthful and decent way to live.
I type these little fears as time makes a man out of my boy. As I noticed his baby fat slowly leaving his cheeks, I treasure every hug (even if I had to remind him), every giggle and every "Mama can you sleep with me?" requests. I also treasure every tantrum and that the different outcomes whether it be giving in or not budging, is out of love for meeting his desires or a lesson learnt.
In the whole spectrum of things (or at least mine), we are infinitesimally small. Son, wander and then wonder, and go for what energizes you by its truth and beauty. And life might hurt you, it might even sometimes be painful or not funny, but keep your head up always because I'm your mama and I know you can. You might even see a funny side where I can't. ;)
As for the rest of you, remember to call your mum.