Sunday, September 30

opportunities

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there's no excuse.

how many times have i given up.

how many times have you?

we can't have everything, that's true.

but we can't leave everything to fate either.







Thursday, August 23

being patient

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How does one teach patience to a child?

Last night as I was lying in bed watching The Newsroom, my 8 year old came into the bedroom and told me she isn't tired yet and that she is not ready to go to bed.  I told her quickly that she should be in bed as it is a school night.  She persisted, saying the same thing, "i am not tired and i am not ready to sleep yet".  Knowing that music can lull her to sleep, I offered her to listen to some music.  She did.  But after 5 minutes, she again declared that she still isn't sleepy.  Without any suggestion in mind, I threw her the question, "what is it that you want to do?" she said "I don't know".  This time she said that with a whining tone.  And instantly I have recognized a start of a crying fit.  In my mind, panic sets.  Oh dear... not now.  Not when it's 9pm...not when her Dad isn't home yet. I planned to stay calm.  I kept looking at the TV and at the same time tuning my mind out of the program I was watching.  I was busy thinking of a way to distract her.  But knowing my daughter's temperament, I knew that there is no way I could console her.  And that was exactly what happened.

And the worst part of it was that, instead of sharing her my calmer energy,  I took in hers.

Care to guess what happened next?  No one got hurt.  But both our feelings were.

In a nutshell, I wasn't patient last night just like my daughter. I am not proud of how I handled the situation.  And in the aftermath, as I lay on my bed, I have realized that the best way to teach your child to be patient is to practice it yourself.



Wednesday, July 11

we need laughter


by the reluctant blogger [bebas, larger mime, oksana]


what happens when laughter happens no more?

while most would recall their own childhood laughter from playtime with their friends, i have sourced mine from watching the screen tube just before my mandatory afternoon naps.  back then, comedy was different.  there was no need for harsh language and gruff personality attacks to elicit laughter.  it was mostly about portraying preserved human characters.  as boring as it might sound, real comedic skills lies on perfect timing, wit partnered with acting skills. 

it has been a while since somebody on TV made me laugh that way.  
  
godspeed mang dolphy.  heaven awaits laughter coming their way.





Tuesday, July 3

i love


by the reluctant blogger



me:  i'm having a headache
my husband:  take meds
[you see, he's quite logical - all the time]

me:  i mean, i'm having a headache, please give me a massage
my husband:  o, i see, come here then...
[then, he turns it all around by being the sweetest person in the world]


a few days ago, he turned 40.  

for 17 summers now, he has been my sunshine, my torch.  
we've had trembling days but his strength of character kept us unshaken.  

i love, my love.  



Tuesday, May 8

the best job in the world

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When I have decided to give up my corporate hat and be a stay home mum, I have become a subject of envy by colleagues and friends.  I will be lying if I say I do not know where that was coming from.  After all, unlike them, I will be spared of the daily office grind.  Instead, I will have nothing to do but take care of my growing kids and best of all, I can get away with the job in my pajamas.  Piece of cake!  You think.

Being a stay home mum is not a vacation.  It requires one to make rational decisions everyday pretty much like what my former job required.  The difference is, at home, the stakes are higher.  In the office, if you get it right, you might get a pay hike or a promotion.  At home, when you get it right, the price you get hugs and kisses! Beat that.

Your promotion could be on the line if you make a wrong call but on the other hand, making wrong decisions at home can prove more costly for it will always be at the expense of your own child.

The simplest things can go wrong at home.

1.  We tell our kids to always tell the truth.  But what about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, Mum and Dad? Uh-oh.  What excuse do we have for that?

2.  We tell our kids they are not babies anymore.  Pack away now, you're big girls and you can do that on your own.  We push them to be independent but we quickly hold them back when they start asserting.  When they offer to help cook in the kitchen, we decline. "You might cut yourself... you might burn yourself..."  When they dash out of the house to ride their trike or the scooter, you command them to go back and wait for the yaya.  When you do not like the clothes they picked to wear to the mall, we force them to wear an outfit you think looks way cuter.

3.  We encourage our kids to express themselves.  We tell them that crying is only for babies because they cannot talk.  So we ask our kids to speak up.  But when they start doing so, for instance saying "no" to our demands and engaging us in debates, we tell them we know better, if not best.  Oh dear... what are we doing?

4.  We tell our kids not to throw a tantrum if they do not get what they want.  We always tell them to be patient and understanding.  But sometimes when kids gets extremely stubborn we are the first ones to blow out (*hands raising - guilty).  We can always say sorry for blowing up.  And kids will understand. It is very humbling to see them minutes after like nothing happened. But we know that we cannot do enough to undo what we have done.  And it breaks us. Control your temper.  Don't let it control you.

Like sponges kids absorb everything they see.  From the manner we speak, the things we do, our values.  Motherhood demands us to be good role models.  I try to.  And I am sure most of the mothers do too.


Parents are honored with the responsibility of moulding their children, teaching them the hard lessons, instilling values. Not an easy task.  Daunting to say the least.  Since I am always with my kids, I get to do most of the disciplining.  Everyday, I have to do the un-enviable task of saying "No." "Don't."  And "cannot." And since kids don't take rejection pretty well, I am often the recipient of their sad faces, pouts and sometimes crazy hysterics. I worry them hating me as they grow up. I do not enjoy it one bit.  It's painful!  But someone's got to do it.  


So to my former colleagues, I say:  No, I am not on vacation.  But you have every right to envy me.  I have landed a better job as a stay home mum.  The job description may be endless.  The risks may be high.  But the remuneration is priceless.

The best part is I can do it in my pajamas.

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