All Things Are Difficult Before They Are Easy

After 6 months of swimming classes, my son is finally able to swim from one end of the pool to another without using a float. His journey, and us as parents was not easy. His struggle was to keep practising. Our role was to make sure that he is consistent in going to his classes and persistent in moments when he does not want to swim.

I still believe in some of the traditional ways of raising your children. Which includes not giving in too much into his choices. Cause his choices can be bad for his future. I don’t spank or hit my kid but I raise and harden my voice, a lot. I don’t yell. I just give out verbal threats. Things like,

“if you don’t change into your swimming gear now, I will STILL bring you to your swimming class in those Pokemon pajamas ..”

and I would just stand there, stare him down whilst he cry his eyeballs out. It was hard not to give in but I had to make my stand. He caved in and packed his suit and like most kids, you just need to give them the early motivation, within minutes they already enjoy the class and wants to attend the next one.

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But to be honest, the same cycle of ‘I don’t want to go‘ will start all over again.

I did try to explore the reasons of why he refuses to go to class. Some of his reasons include;

  • he doesn’t have any friends that he know during those sessions. I told him to make new friends. I also understand that he would feel a bit different there as there are very few Malays but I wanted him to know, mix and talk to other non-Malay Malaysians for exposure.
  • he was worried that he couldn’t catch up. I told him he does not need to get everything right and perfect in one go – all I wanted for him is to try and give his best.
  • it’s cold in the water. I told him that he needs to eat more then, so he would bulk up and stand the temperature of the water better. I make him drink at least 2 glasses of milk everyday, 3 glasses on a weekend. He is gaining weight and getting taller. Not so much of body fat. haha

I enrolled him in the unlimited class options for RM700 over 6 months. Prior to that  huge monetary commitment, I signed him up to the trial class to see if it would suit him. That was 4 classes at RM120. I have not been able to send him there on a daily basis but we make do with the flexibility in terms of timing the sessions on weekends.

I told him that he can stop the classes once he masters the strokes and has advanced to the deeper end of the pool. But his learning journey will not stop there. Once this skill station is done, we are sending him to a language class. It will be up to him then which language he would like to learn.

 

Change demands patience

Remember the promo video I made for our upcoming Family Day?

Well, let’s just say that the precious hours I spent creating it over the weekend seems to be of no value to some people. Despite the date and venue has been pre-authorised prior to my appointment as the president of the programme – we are expected to make changes to the plan.

To the drama kings and queens, if you have already got an idea of what you’d like to do for our family day, then by all means  … such suggestions should be presented to the floor during the meeting. Not after. Not behind my back. tetiba condemn. tetiba tak puas hati.. nak gempak tapi tak nak bayar. spesis mcm ni memang aku tak faham. 

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Tackling the Problem

There are a few ways on how I can react to the news.

I can be a dick (not that I have one, perhaps I need to surgically attach one), be oblivious to the drama, go ahead with the original plan and suffer a boycott of the event.

I can also be a witch. Cancel everything and refuse to carry out any look-alike programmes for the whole year. Or if I morph into a bitchy witch, then a hiatus in clinic social activities for the next half decade. No jamuan raya whatsoever.

In the end, I choose to be an angel after a few hours of dissing ( I am human after all). Let go. Clear my head. And start all over again. At least it made me learn more about the dynamics of staff relationship within the clinic. I do know that the walls have ears. It seems that they can talk too.

HOBOMINCI

Consequently, my HoboMinci needs a revamp. I will need a big sticker to cover that FDKKC part. Thankfully I have bought new die-cuts, washi and what not from Lootersbox the other day. Through the most trustable shopping app in Msia i.e. Shopee.

Lootersbox is an online based shop that sells planner/journal related stuff and these peeps are based in Melaka. Oh how I wish that they would open a store like Stickerrific one day and hold workshops! I would be a regular patron. Sokay,  I will include them in my prayers to be successful and own a physical store. InsyaAllah. 

As of the matter earlier, I guess I just have to be patient. Keep my mouth shut. Refocus and re-prioritise. I suppose we could repurpose certain ideas. Not all are redundant.

*yawn*

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Me Time starts now ..

I rested my sachet of Peppermint tea in a Spongebob mug containing hot boiling water. While waiting for it to brew properly – I performed my ablution in preparation for my Isya prayers.

I wore my mint green telekung which I bought from Indonesia. I faced the Qiblat and made my niat. I raised my arms for the Takbiratul Ihram “Allahu Akbar”and  recited Iftitah, surah Al Fatihah and another short surah. I made sure my spoken words were at a pace which was slow and clear to my ears, I stood up straight till I could feel my back stretch and I pulled back my shoulders just so I could feel the relief of the spasms of the muscles down my spine in between my scapula.

Then I  Ruku’. A perfect 45 degrees bow facing the floor with both feet firmly to the ground. The back of my hamstrings were probably thankful for such actions – I felt like wanting to be in that position longer than usual.

Next was Sujud or prostration. I imagined all the blood flowing to secret areas of my brain as I placed my forehead touched the ground. I kept my back straight as I sit in between the double prostrations. During Tahiyat, I stretched my feet and back enduring that mild ache yet relief to the already exhausted body. Then it was time to give Salam – a head turn to the right and then to the left. The solat ended. Alhamdulilah.

I could really relate to this article: Why Mothers Stay Up Late. Hence most of my blog posts are usually drafted in the night. Or daytime when Mr Husband and my son is not around and I happened to be on Night Shift. Even 60 mins ‘me time’ is sufficient in a day. And what better way to spend it well on the perfect prayer.

My brew is ready. Sipping peppermint tea in my sanctuary, my happy place. My corner of kawaii stuff.

Oh I wonder, what do you enjoy doing in your ‘Me Time’??

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