Category: Musings

Fabulous Friday

Pink Roses. A symbol of grace, and a way to convey appreciation and joyfulness.

Pretty much sums up how I am feeling now at this point of my life.

Quite a coincidence really, to have chosen pink roses for the home this week. I was lead to the pink shades at the flowers wholesalers and this bunch was going at $8.50 for 20 roses. Usually at the regular florist, roses of any kind will be going at $1.50 a piece, so this was a real steal. Plus it was a nice surprise that these Indian roses had no thorns at all on their stems. Yes…I had to add this auntie-like comments on how pleased I am with the price.

I will be turning 35 tomorrow…some will say that I am moving into the wrong side of thirty. 35 is an interesting number, can't say that I am young anymore but I am not that old either.  Will not be going into this whole discourse of how 30s is the new 20s, as I am perfectly comfortable with my age.

So what are my thoughts at turning 35 years old?

I am so thankful. Thankful to God's grace that I have been given this opportunity to be full time mom since Kyle turned 1. So grateful that He has given me this responsibility to be a steward for my child, to enjoy a more fulfilled family life, pursue my passions through my 'hobby' business (that's what hb calls it) with myplayschool.net and through my crafting interest.

It has been a tough ride on the home-front for the past 1 year, but God has proven Himself to be faithful through my life journey.

Isaiah 49:23 (NIV)  ~ Those who hope in me will not be disappointed.

This verse have been on my mind for the last 2 weeks. And I just found out online that 35 in the bible, coincidentally, signifies Hope.

God's hope never disappoints! Sometimes people and things around us tend to disappoint us, but not God. Despite what is happening ahead of us, it is not going to be too rosy in the year ahead (in the world, economically and geopolitically). I have hope in God despite what I see around me.

Must be mad to have such positive outlook towards life? You will be like me too if you know your purpose in life and with Jesus as your Saviour. I have confidence in Him, even when things are falling apart, I know my Saviour will not disappoint me as He has never. 

I will be shouting from the rooftops with a loud speaker if I could. My life is blessed…all because I have a Saviour who loves me so.

Doesn't bug me one bit even if I am aging physically. Afterall I am still really youthful at heart, how not to be when I have to entertain a 4 year old everyday?

'…but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint' (Isaiah 40:31)

No grey hairs yet, but plenty of laugh lines around the eyes and mouth

 

Praise the LORD, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not all his benefits -
Who forgives all your sins, and heals all your diseases.
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

Psalm 103:1-5

Enduring

For the longest time that I can remember, I always found that showing affection does not come naturally to me. I can't say that this is an issue of nurturance, since my sister and I brought up by the same set of parents, and she is a very affectionate person (at least a lot more than I am). So maybe I may simply be “wired” to be the less affectionate sort.

I think God has a fabulous sense of humour and a great sense of irony. He paired me up with an affectionate hb, and we have a sticky and a very loving little boy. I think this is all in His plan for me to mould me into a more loving person.

The little boy is extremely generous with his random hugs and his "I love you mummy," Often clings onto my left arm during nights when he bunks in our bed and sleeps in between hb and I. One some snappy days, I will bark, "Don't cling on me tonight, sleep by yourself and leave me alone." And hb will gently remind me that I should not never turn Kyle's affections away in case of negative consequences. Needless to say, I end up with not too good quality of sleep whenever he bunks over.

Kyle makes it up the next morning by planting a kiss on my cheek before he crawls out of our bed. As for the other times, he will always ensure that there will be some light body contact when we sit together on the couch to watch TV, either his shoulder will be leaning on my arm or he will put his little chubby leg on my lap. He is extremely fond of stroking my hair when I carry him, despite me having to constantly remind him that he needs to stop touching my hair as it will start to feel quite creepy when he gets older.

As for how affectionate he is towards his dad? He has done this everytime when hb falls asleep in front of the tv in our bedroom. All without any one prompting him to do so. When he notices that hb is asleep, he quietly enters the room, turns off the tv for him, reaches out for the air con remote control and turns on the air con. Afterwards, he pulls his little blue chair below the light switch, turns off the lights in the room and closes the door behind him. Then he quietly comes to me to announce, "Daddy is sleeping."

I can't help but feeling all soppy when I think about how enduring Kyle can get. So I guess God's plan is working pretty well, motherhood can really change a person indeed.

One is just nice, thank you.

Hb and I have finally come to a decision that we will stop at one. For the past two years, we have been toying with the idea that it will be nice to have a second child. I procrastinated when Kyle turned 1, then 2, 3 and when he finally turned 4, we started facing some major challenges on our home front, thus decided that it is best that we continue to do our best as parents of one child and not try to stretch our resources (time, attention and financial) by having another one.

Maybe it is a tinge of self-centredness on our end to have motivated this decision. No doubt that the both of us love kids, But somehow the thought of having another and then taking the time and effort to bring up another is a daunting thought for us. We are probably a couple that think too much, I suppose. 

I am enjoying the freedom that comes along with having one child a little much at this point, that I am not willing to give it up. I appreciate the time I now have to pursue other interests. Besides, I am convinced that I make a better parent of one than a parent of two or more.

Who knows…if this little one becomes less adorable when he grows, we might suddenly craved to be parents of another bundle of joy. Who knows really? We will cross that bridge when we come to it.

Moving on

Feeling slightly poignant this evening while I am typing this post, as I realise that the same time next week, I will be in a different environment and a different home.

Our house that we call a home the last few years have been a comfortable place…and it has given our family lots of memories to cherish. Good ones and even the not so good ones. This is the place where we stayed in when hb and I got married and the home that Kyle had stayed in since he was a few days old. It has served us well these years.

Packing our belongings the last 2 weeks have not been easy, for the sheer tediousness of it anyhow. I have always been the 'thrower' in the house, mainly due the reason that I hate clutter and I think that things that are not used for a year have usually are 'white elephants', and thus should be given away or thrown if cannot be used any longer. This experience have been a hard one for me, especially when I see so much of the stuff (often unnecessary) that we bought have to be given away.

Putting stuff away does really help with moving on. It is not easy to let go of something that we are so used to for so many years. There is a slight tinge of sadness to leave this home, but I know the close of this chapter in our family life means a fresh start of a new chapter in our lives.

So far, all of our responses toward this change have been positive. Hb and I both agree that the new place is slowly growing on us, despite crazily unpacking our stuff into the new wardrobes of the mostly unfurnished house the last couple of days. While Kyle  told me that he loved his room and think that it is very cosy. It is good to know that he is looking forward to moving to a new environment, when I was initially apprehensive about how he will be handling the change.

I am definitely looking forward to a new environment and new routines, one that involves walking Kyle to school every morning and another which consists of a dedicated craft/sewing area in the home.

More than lillies in the fields

I seemed to have lost my blogging mojo for the longest of time. Lots of happened that I am too zonked out to type it all in this space and talk about it.

Huge upheavals in the personal front but I am thankful. Thankful that I am not alone weathering all these storms. I am thankful for a loving family and most of all a heavenly Father that will carry me through all the storms of this life.

 

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

Matthew 6:25-34

 

 

 

Counting my blessings

Recently I experienced something that got me very indignant when I first heard about it. However upon retrospect, I realised that it was human nature to have got this sort of response from the other party and really it was expected. It is difficult to be able to meet all expectations all the time and to please everyone.

Experiencing discontentment. I am also guilty of it.

When we are single, we wish we are married, and vice versa.

When we are young, we wish we were older. If we are old, we wish we have youth on our side.

If we have $100, we wish we had $200, or even $1000.

If only my child is bigger/smarter/ more sensible/less fussy than her child.

And my perennial favorite, whenever I buy something or pay for a service, I end up with some dissonance or having something critical to comment about what I received.

What's wrong with discontentment? Is there anything wrong with expecting something better? Many will say that we should be expecting progress for everything, so there is really nothing wrong with a having a spirit of progression.

But if we look deeply into the root of discontentment, we will realise that it is fear that drives us to discontentment. The fear of not having enough, the fear of not being good enough, or worse still when we start projecting that discontentment on people around us.

No wonder Banjamin Franklin once said, "Contentment makes a poor man rich, discontent makes a rich man poor.” The root of the problem is really our heart, discontentment will never produce a joyful life, no matter what the circumstance.

So then what can I do? So do I just try not to'want', grin and bear through it, and ignore a discontented heart and hopefully move on to a heart that is joyful. I believe alot of us Christians are not fabulous role models in displaying our contentment either, since alot of us pretty much experience the same level of discontentment around us. So what's the problem then? The source of the discontentment is the problem. All of us seek contentment from the world around us, either from people, possessions, our circumstance.

So to start with, I have to learn not to look to the world to feel content and or stop looking to what I don't have which I think will make me joyful for my life.

Start by giving thanks everyday to the Lord for His blessings that He has so graciously given to me – I am thankful for a loving husband, an adorable son, not having to worry about food on my table and a comfortable roof over my head.

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Just this morning, I read something from a website that made me realised and so thankful that I am a mom in Singapore,

"Please imagine the agony Japanese mothers are undergoing at this moment. They hear their thirsty baby cry for water and looking at the tap, which may or may not be an enemy by now. What does she do? She needs to cook dinner and the stores are out of bottled water, and she knows that she only has three choices: pack up and leave her home for good, wait to feed her hungry kids for no one knows how long, or feed them and hope that what you are giving them isn't deadly. How terrible! Pray for these people!"The End Time Blog

And here we are on the never-ending chase for material wants, setting plenty of educational expectations for our children; hoping that our kids are able to read way before their peers, have the general knowledge of a little encyclopedia, even better, be fluently billingual in dual or triple languages in written word and speech before they turn 6. And you have the Japanese moms worrying for their basic survival. It's time for us to learn to be content with what we have and count our blessings everyday.

The next thing I have to think about what I value in life. For me, it is the relationships with my family, my loved ones and with God. Only when I act upon the existing state as being blessings; giving thanks for the daily provisions the Lord has given, and love and treasure the ones that have been placed in my life, that's where my heart  will change. For indeed it is God's will for His children to be content and filled with His joy.

1 Timothy 6:6-8 But godliness actually is a means of great gain when accompanied by contentment. For we have brought nothing into the world, so we cannot take anything out of it either. If we have food and covering, with these we shall be content.

Hebrews 13:5 Make sure that your character is free from the love of money, being content with what you have; for He Himself has said, "I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU, NOR WILL I EVER FORSAKE YOU,"

1 Peter 1:8 and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory.

Moments like these

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Went for K's bonding day at school this morning. I appreciated this opportunity to be able to see him in a group setting, at a place that he spends so much time at on a daily basis and meeting the friends that he often talks about. It was a good experience, as I got a glimpse of certain dynamics within the class and realised who he has learnt some of the words that I have been hearing alot of lately (not too pleasant ones).

For K's school, bonding day generally happens once a quarter, where one parent is invited to spend an hour with their child in school. Parents get to watch what goes on in class and then the teachers will invite the parent and the child to do craftwork together. I think this is a good opportunity especially for parents who work full time, just to see how their child is managing in the school, as well as give them the chance to do a craft together.

From attending today's bonding session, one thing that strongly striked me today was the behaviour of 4 other kids that did not have their mom/dad/guardian with them. It started when the parents and the kids were divided into their respective groups to start their craft, while the teachers accompanied the kids who did not have their parents with them.

All of a sudden, I heard the cries of a little girl who started bawling very loudly. Her cries sounded so sad (somehow it is quite easy to tell the difference between cries of pain, anger, fear or sadness). And I overheard her say amid her tears, "My mummy is not here." When I heard that, I felt so sad for her. From a child's perspectve, watching your friends proudly holding their moms hands, walking together to their respective seats, must have been a longing sight for her :(

The teachers comforted her and was able to focus her attention on the craft after a while, and I turned my attention back to K who was already happily threading the coloured marcaroni into the wire for the wind chime that he was working on…

Fast forward to the wrap up of the session, when the kids sang their goodbye song and the teacher dismissed the kids. While most of the kids walked towards their parents and got ready to leave the classroom, we were disrupted by another sobbing child who said, "I want to leave now…" It turned out to be one of K's friends that he usually plays with in school, who did not have his mom/dad with him. I encouraged K to comfort his friend and tell the latter not to be sad. K's teacher turned to me and commented with a sigh, "I already told these moms to come and accompany their kids just for an hour today, which will mean so much to them, but they are busy or just don't have the time…"

Times like this, I put myself in this child's shoes and can understand the sadness and longing they feel, when they see their friends' with their parents, enjoying the session together :(   When I was at K's age, I used to cry like crazy whenever my dad dropped my mom off at her workplace each morning. I can still strangely recall the emotion that I felt at that moment, (despite knowing that I will see my mom again that evening after she returned from work) was somehow very sad and there was a certain sense of loss. Despite being a working mom, my mom had always put her kids and family first, not putting in long hours at work and always spending the evenings, weekends and making a point to attend any school event or activity.

When I told hb what occured in school today, I got a very logical perspective from him. He said that sometimes some of these parents are just struggling to make ends meet, and not all have a comfy desk job or understanding employers. I agreed with his perpective, however at the same time, wondered if it is that much of a challenge to take half a day out of the 14 days of leave that most working parents have, just to spend that 2 hours with your child? Maybe reserving the leave for a holiday, or possibly days when the child is sick when the child really needs the parent, is considered a priority versus spending that short time at school with their child.

Working parents do have a greater challenge when it comes to managing their time with their children. Afterall I was once a full time working parent with a regional job, and travelling at least a couple of times of month was part of the job scope. It became a struggle for me to manage it all, when I realised that I was missing so much from being part of his growing up process;  being there to witness most of his milestones, as well as being there to share that little moments of joy and sadness.

Sometimes, we do need to take a step back to think about what being a parent truly entails. Apart from being that provider, we need to be that pillar of support, that person that our children know that they can always rely on when they need a word of encouragement, a comforter when they experience sadness and the friend that they can share their joy with.

What may seem trivial to us, might mean so much to them. Especially so during their preschool years, our presence and time mean so much to them. What matters to them now, should also mean something for us. I don't want to wait till my kid turns 12, and then realise that so much time was lost and take more effort to spend more time with him. By then when the child reaches that age, most will usually prefer that their parents are not around to bug them so much.

I need to constantly remind myself to treasure these moments with my child. Work can always wait (afterall, too much of it tends to make me this grumpy, irritable mom who becomes less patient with my child's naunces). Work is definitely important to bring in the dough, but it cannot take priority over moments like these.

Shaping his will

If I had one wish for the year 2011, my wish will be that I learn to be a better parent this year.

The boy is growing up too fast; talking back a little more often these days and starting to challenge the rules at home. I hardly use the cane these days, but will revoke his priviledges whenever he crosses his boundaries. Getting him to sit and face the door will not work these days, as he has recently confessed to me, "Why don't you make me face the door? I like it."

Every other parent around me seem to be the lucky ones with compliant children, at least it feels that way, when I am worn out at the end of the week after battling with the boy during every meal/nap/bedtime. I have asked the question before, "Why is it that parenting my child always seem so difficult?" The answer I got from another mom was, "God gave you a child like that because He knew that you will be able to manage it with His strength."

Some wise words that I have read from Dr James Dobson;

"Ultimately, the key to competent parenthood is in being able to get behind the eyes of your child, seeing what he sees and feeling what he feels. When he is lonely, he needs your company. When he is defiant, he needs your help in controlling his impulses. When he is afraid, he needs the security of your embrace. When he is curious, he needs your patient instruction. When he is happy, he needs to share his laughter and joy with those he loves. Thus, the parent who intuitively comprehends his child's feelings is in a position to respond appropriately and meet the needs that are apparent. And at this point, raising healthy children becomes a highly developed art, requiring the greatest wisdom, patience, devotion and love that God has given to us."

Indeed, raising a child requires the greatest wisdom, patience and love that God has given us. Parenting often can be contest of wills, however I will not want to break his will or his spirit, but to shape it. Nonetheless, I still stick to my beliefs that controlled spanking does not break the spirit, especially when it addresses defiant behaviour, and often that is the most effective way when the boy has decided that a specific loss of priviledge is no major loss and he can live with it for the time being :(  

One way I believe to prevent heartbreaks as he grows older is to start shaping his will, especially spiritually. Children are not 'a blank slate' as proposed by the philosopher John Locke, who theorised that children only acquire knowledge at birth, in other words, with no specific temperaments, traits or characteristics. Which is generally a denial of human nature. So I try not to put all blame on genetic pool when it comes to his strong-willed and rebellious nature.

The issue of shaping my child's will have been a topic that has been very close to my heart. I don't think that any Christian parent should depend fully on the school (even if he attends a christian kindergarten) or the church (through Sunday School) to guide their child spiritually. Especially so, if wilful rebellion has dire eternal consequences. If my relationship and dependence on my Creator and Saviour is a major focus in my life, then it should be the same for my child.

Sure atheists will argue that I should be allowing my child choice of religion, but coming from people who have not experienced Christianity,  they will never discover that this is a relationship and not a religion. A relationship that gives you freedom from the bondage of life, world's expectations, an absolute assurance that my Saviour will carry me through life's storms and provide a triumphant life living through Him. No matter how bad things seem around us, He promises never to leave or forsake me, and that can be trusted fully with His track record in my life. And I live with the confidence to know where I will be after my journey in this life ends.

Why do I want to leave my child to be wondering how to manage this tiresome and complicated journey of life when the answer is crystal clear for me? My parenting goal this year is to focus on shaping my child's will to be aligned with God's will, as there's really nothing to lose but plenty to gain to depend on our Saviour who knows all the intimate details of our lives. And most likely knows us better than we know ourselves.

'Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.' – Luke 12:7

Feeling felty

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One small section of a felt/embroidery project that I have recently started, that took an abrupt hiatus when I was feeling groggy from fever these 3 days. Another 4 more parts to complete before this project can be wrapped up…and I have like 5-8 others that I have lined up to do next.

Realised that crafting bigger projects like this, is excellent to build up my perserverance, which I have little of.  Maybe I should take on more bite sized projects?  Regardless, this will be eventually completed, just have to focus my distractions (with the other projects) with whatever pockets of time I have when the boy takes his naps.

Academic success = Successful Parenting?

I am tired, tired of hearing about how 'kiasu' Singaporean parents are, and the extend that they go to ensure that they give their child a good headstart (or so they think).  Came across this article a few days on how parents 'queued overnight to get their tots on the 2013 waitlist of a popular Bukit Timah pre-school'.

2013…their tots are like barely a year old now and they are scrambling to secure a place for their child in a preschool. Putting this into perspective, when K was one, I was waiting for him to take his first steps, hear his first word, worrying about his meals (something which I am still doing) and wondering when will he ever reach the milestone of sleeping through the night.

I came across another article recently about 'Why Chinese Mothers are Superior', that highlighted some interesting attitudes among some Chinese parents. The majority believed that "academic achievement reflects successful parenting," and that if children did not excel at school then there was "a problem" and parents "were not doing their job." Inversely, almost 70% of the Western mothers said either that "stressing academic success is not good for children" or that "parents need to foster the idea that learning is fun. There were other studies reflected in the article that "compared to Western parents, Chinese parents spend approximately 10 times as long every day drilling academic activities with their children. By contrast, Western kids are more likely to participate in sports teams."

The next half of the article about how a chinese parent will react when the child gets A- is absolutely horrifying. It might work for the compliant and obedient child, but try it on the strong willed one, who will have the tenacity to battle to the end, and see how it turns out. There is so much about this article that I have to disagree with, especially when there is no mention about the importance of values or consideration of the child's personality. How about natural ability? All children are wired differently, so no matter how much hard work, punishment, rewards, insults etc, will be able to work on some of them who simply do not have what it takes to reach a certain level of achievement.

How about parents with kids who are naturally intelligent and are able to reach high achievements at a young age? They are indeed blessed to have kids like that, but bystanders do need to stop taking their achievements as yardsticks for their own child's achievements, or think that their methods as excellent case studies to use for their own children. Pace of development, environmental influences, personality traits of the child, learning styles etc can vary greatly from child to child.

Sure, I agree that alot of children these days have gone 'soft', they give up too easily and do not have the resolve to finish a task when they are not able to succeed in it. Work ethics are also important, children need to be taught that work will not always be fun all the time and they still need to learn the responsibility to finish what they started. To have the desire to succeed for yourself (and not in comparison or competition to another) is of importance, but at what cost? And what about the process involved in reaching that destination?

Successful parenting is more than just producing children with high academic achievements or high achievers. It is teaching them to show compassion to others, loyalty and integrity, knowing how to deal with failure and have the resolve to pick themselves up and the tenacity to try again. And what matters more than achieving success in life is family and relationships, and knowing how to be content with life. Afterall, success according to the world's standards is always defined in material terms, and in the accumulation of wealth, there will always be something better, bigger, newer and nicer, the never-ending treadmill of going nowhere.

 

Phillipians 4:11-13.

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

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