After the young leading actor Nai Napat opened up about cutting ties with his mother, Moo Pimphaka Siangsomboon also expressed that she wants to find happiness and prioritize her mental health. This sparked heated discussions on social media, while some of Moo's friends shared another perspective on her life, revealing that she has been affected to the point of suffering from depression and panic disorder, requiring medication for two years.
Recently, a Facebook user named Thasanut Love Imm, one of Moo Pimphaka's junior friends, posted a photo with her and recounted a past story involving Moo and Nai. She said, “I've known P’Moo for a long time since our youth when we started a TV production company… a small company with a small show… we stretched the budget to the limit, hoping to get famous personalities to kindly host our program. The only lure was going on trips out of town to shoot on location. P’Moo Pimphaka Siangsomboon accepted, with just one condition: ‘I want to bring my child on every trip, Krung.’”
We made the show for fun and learned from each other. P’Moo was very serious about work, sometimes a bit irritable because things didn’t go as planned—haha. Our small team did everything, from coordinating, filming, editing, to almost every shoot. Nai often came along to filming. He was adorable, chubby, polite, and surprisingly sensible for a child his age.
Back then, I had no children and didn't understand how hard it is to raise and teach a young child to be calm and comprehend things beyond their age. Whenever mother and son had conflicts, P’Moo would explain things at length, taking time to help them understand each other. Even if Nai was a bit naughty, P’Moo’s gentle coaxing always calmed him down. I admired her a lot.
After tiring workdays, she returned late to their small home near Lamsalee, where it was just P’Moo, P’Tian, the nanny, and Nai. Oh, and their Jack Russell dog, who jumped around like a rabbit on meds. That was their entire family. Yet P’Moo always managed well. I once saw Nai at his angriest—a chubby curly-haired child sitting in a van, twisting a hanger’s arm tightly, face scrunched up in a pout. That was the angriest I’d ever seen Nai.
The show ran for several years. P’Moo began investing in Nai’s education, transferring him to an international school. Although the cost rose, she said Nai would have a good social circle and friends—things she never had. ‘I will send my child to a good school as much as I can, Krung.’”
We lost touch after I left editing work to start a restaurant, so contact was rare and mostly about parenting advice and school choices. When I had problems with my child, P’Moo explained and taught with Buddhist principles. That was when Moo and Nai’s mother figure was thriving. I was delighted to have known that handsome young man who once was the chubby kid on our small set.
Time passed; we lived separate lives with occasional contact. Now, amidst the storm of suffering both mother and son are going through, the way I repay the love and goodwill I feel for P’Moo—as a respected elder sister and fellow mother—is to find opportunities to take her out to eat and visit temples. I know P’Moo is deeply suffering... truly suffering. I don’t want to get too involved because P’Moo has grown and has everything she needs. I believe watching over and caring from a distance is enough, without being too close.
I see this problem as the utmost suffering for a woman as a mother. Love causes suffering, but it's not the suffering of a couple or spouses. It’s the pain of a beloved child nurtured with a pure heart. Mistakes happen because no one is perfect.
We’ve never been mothers before; it’s hard. We’ve never faced this problem or lived in a social media era where strangers can attack and tear our lives apart like this. We don’t truly know how much heartbreak or suffering a rising star like Nai experiences because we are not him. Everyone experiences love, expectations, sadness, and problem-solving differently depending on their life context.
If the merit I have in Dharma and life can be shared, I dedicate this merit to help mother and son reconcile and share love again. A woman called a mother acts as a father, manager, and life guide—sometimes nagging and pressuring—just to raise a child to be perfect and a top star. This is built on expectations and is precariously close to breaking apart. It is solely ‘love.’”
Krung, P’Moo’s child,
P’Krung, Nai’s child.”
After this Facebook user shared the story of Moo's mother, many people commented. Moo Pimphaka replied, “Thank you so much, Krung. It’s been four years, Krung. I’ve let him live his own life. I don’t know how long I can keep getting hurt over and over.” Meanwhile, Ko Teerasak, one of Moo’s close friends, commented back, “Hugs!”
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