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Sharing a toy

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X was recently given this leap frog toy during his birthday. The objective was to drop the ball into the hole at the top and find which ‘shoe’ the ball could be found in.

Z was over zealous and kept taking over the toy. We insisted that he let X play first and not interfere with X’s independent learning. Z was rather miffed initially.

We let X explore but all he wanted to do was to hold the balls in his hands. We had to pry his fingers open and force him to drop the balls into the toy. X was furious when we forced him to release the balls and even smashed the free ball in his other hand on the floor!

We got tired of repeating the action with him and let both boys to their own devices.

A day later, I was surprised to see X playing rather proficiently with the toy. He was able to drop the balls into the toy and seek out the balls by flipping up the shoes happily, unlike how he was flipping up the shoes frustratedly the day before.

This certainly showed me that he learned more from Z’s demonstration than ours, and that Z had been able to do it repeatedly happily as opposed to our lack of patience.

It taught me that while we knew how to do certain tasks, we would not always possess the right aptitude to impart the skills. Z did a way better job to teach X to play independently through his own means. I seriously could not recall an example where I was able to teach Z to pick up such skills as fast in the past.

Z proved to be the better mentor. Kids ruled.

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Resolutions for a new year

Living the moment and not to be distracted by fleeting thoughts or technology

Savoring X’s every baby moment and enjoying his baby grins

Talking graciously and sincerely with Z, and answer every question with zest regardless of the difficulty or hassle in explanation

Loving Mr H more and more for the man who overindulges with his acts of love.

Spending more time with family and friends

And lastly, looking forward to chilling with a glass of wine when this breast feeding stint is over.

Happy 2014!

We counted down in the comfort of our bedroom with the 2 kids.

X actually clapped his hands at the end of the countdown.

Z had also acknowledged that he was now 5 years old despite only celebrating his 4th birthday last week.

Well, a brand new year did not feel particularly different since I did not have overdue holiday homework to do.

Cherish everyday as though it was your last.

Always choose to be happy. Happiness is a choice, not a fluke.
As long as you could live happy, that would be the best resolution ever.

Season of catching up

As 2013 was closing to an end, it served to remind most of us to make time for friends who we had not seen in ages. Thanks to Facebook, we were updated on what each other was doing. No thanks to Facebook, it provided such real-time updates that you could see the time slipping away.

The marker of time had to our children. As they grew taller and stronger, we wondered about the lost and the forgotten times.

That was why blogging was important. All moments recorded, no memories lost.

I was thankful to have the chance to meet up my ex-schoolmates from Post grad, from uni, from JC and even ex-colleagues. We caught up, relived the past a little and strengthened ties which could have been diluted by time.

What goes round comes round

Always be kind and honorable in everything you do. Live it right, live happy and learn to embrace differences because that is what makes the world colourful, memorable and beautiful.

What goes round comes around and don’t let that bite.

Morning talk

We always spent a great deal of time talking to Z in the morning.  We covered a wide range of topics and he asked what the meaning of “jealousy” was about.

We were discussing about Dusty the Plane and Ripslinger the Plane.  He asked why Ripslinger disliked Dusty and I had explained the Ripslinger was jealous.  From there, Z was curious as to why Ripslinger could dislike someone, and why Ripslinger did not like the fact that Dusty was more successful.

Well, my boy, I hoped you would grow up to be a better man and be proud of what you had and not covet for success that did not belong to you.  As long as you had tried your best and done your best, be happy with your achievements.  Contentment would be the key to happiness in life.

Would any parent not wish that the child reached for the brightest star in the sky?  If the pursuit for the brightest star was to be unhappy and unyielding, I would prefer to walk a happy path by your side and still try to guide you to a brilliant path.  Sometimes success might come to those who worked hard and sometimes success might come to some by chance.  All I needed you to do was to live a life of integrity, built based on foundation of love and conscientiousness and be a man that I would be proud to call my son.

I could provide you all the tools to succeed in life but you still had to be the one to fish for your happiness.

Hands-on Parenting

Hands-on parenting was akin to the management walking the ground.  Hands-on parenting applied to stay-home parents and working parents.  Everyone should do it.

When you looked after your child yourself, you gave them the greatest gratification of being heard and to model after.  I read this non-parenting article shared via Facebook and thought how relevant it was if we were to apply it to our children.

If we wanted our children to do better in life, we should spend more time with them as opposed to letting them spend so much time with people who might not be a good role model.  By spending time with us, our children would likely be the average of the mother and father.  Of course, this was assuming that we were good role models for our children to begin with.  These days, Z learnt very fast.  My favourite was to explain the “one thing leads to another” concept and it allowed him to think about cause and effect.  When we talked, he liked to demonstrate that he had a thorough thought process.  Recently, I started the discussion on why it was alright to make mistakes and the importance of improving from past mistakes.  He had been piqued and asked a zillion questions on what a mistake meant, why it was acceptable to make mistakes and what happened if he always made the same mistake.

Well, if we wanted to have thinking children, we ought to look at ways to make them think by thinking it through ourselves.  A parent’s quality time and attention was the most valuable enrichment a child could have.