Too Much Pressure For Kids?

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You’ve heard of the Tiger Mom and the strict parenting approach, right?

Well, parenting here in Jakarta to be exact is a little different. I’ve been mulling over this and been keeping my eyes to how different things has evolved since I was a school kid myself.

Ever since Lil’ A started school I began to feel the pressure. From where? From the other parents, from magazines, from ads that targeted pre-school children, from stories of how school systems in Jakarta have changed over the past few years. It’s a competitive world out there aimed for these youngsters.

The school I picked is a Montessori based one with English as their primary language. It’s not an international school because the price tags are just too insane and so far Lil’ A has so many improvements considering he doesn’t start school until he’s 4 years old – which by the way is so unlike most children here who started school since they are just mere months old!

At times I honestly feel overwhelmed with juggling my already little time spend with him and teaching him. He’s not the only one learning because I must learn the  Phonics Sound alphabets myself. Growing up, we practiced with plain old ABCs – in Indonesian language. Understandably, learning the phonics sounds supposedly will help these kids to read faster but since the whole system is new for both of us; I had to arm myself with lots of practice first. He even managed to correct me when I said the letters wrong! Myself, I can read when I was on K2 but I don’t remember how.

Are We Putting Too Much Pressure Too Soon?

With the shocking revelations that Elementary Schools teachers in Jakarta now refused to teach kids to read, the pressure adds up to have my 4 years and 8 months old to learn to read. Not easy with a boy who would rather play and be a goofball!

Did you know these kiddos will have to pass some tests just to enter Elementary School now? WTF?! Yeah, this shocking news came from other mothers at my office whose kids went to regular schools.

We still have over a year since Lil’ A is only in K1 but the pressures are a lot.

When I went to Kindergarten I don’t remember bringing home homework. Now, Lil’ A have simple homework daily, from Math, Language and Reading. Math involves counting and writing the numbers. Language homework involves lots of pictures and words that he must complete. Reading homework uses flashcards and books from the library to read.

I know it means well but part of me does questions are we putting too much pressure for our kids too early? It is hard enough to have Lil’ A to sit down and concentrate for more than 5 minutes and his silly self would be playing while he knows the letters. Insert a frustrated tired cranky Mommy? Not good! But there are good days where he would come up to me and said “Can I do my homework, Mommy?

I have known some parents that actually started their kids on early learning courses outside of school at young age which is fine but personally I think it’s too extreme to my liking. My boy already goes to school every day from 8 to 12 so afternoon classes seems too much, at least for now. Maybe I will change my mind when he’s in Elementary School.

There are even some ads splattered on parenting magazines giving heavenly guarantee that they will make our kids able to read if we took their programs. Really?

Honestly, I’m more interested in art after school activities for Lil’ A since his teachers said he loves art but then again I haven’t give it a try, maybe soon.

Parenting Wars or Status Importance

Enrolling our children to as many after school activities as possible, from math class to Mandarin language class, you name it we have it in Jakarta! There are just about any classes out there imaginable available and parents in Jakarta seems to be so very competitive in bragging what their kids are doing.

This got me thinking…is it purely for the kids sakes or just another dose of parenting wars out there? Are we as parents has lost sight of our children’s mental being by putting so much pressure for them to speak fluent Mandarin, fluent English and to count millions before they even hit 5 years old? If they truly enjoys it then great, but if they are doing it just because we keep reminding them how expensive these classes are or how they MUST become the smartest, brightest kid in their school, aren’t we robbing them from their childhood instead?

I’m still trying to figure out how teaching Lil’ A to read will work but I’m taking it one day at a time and trying so hard not to push him too hard or fall into the frenzy of enrolling him to every after school classes there are just because every body else here is doing just that.

Do you thinks it is necessary to put this MUST be able to read before starting Elementary School? Do you thinks parents compete with one another in education too these days?

Pickin’ My Battles

Crayon is fun!

Any mother of a toddler – well maybe all mothers – will know that we are constantly have to pick our battle when it comes to our children, right?

Dealing with a very strong headed little boy who’s not even 4 – he’ll 4 soon enough on December.

It’s a constant bargaining, tugging and bending…

When it comes to pickin’ my battles I had surrender when it comes to these:

  • Scenario: Bath times. Lil’ A: “Don’t wash my hair!” His Mommy: Sniffin’ on his curls if there’s no noticeable smells then the shampoo will be put back in the shelf.
  • Upon going places, he will pick his own shoes and often times will pick his Thomas boots – even when it’s not raining outside. Even when he already picked on a spiderman t-shirt and a stripes short. Talk about fashion hit and run!
  • When he wants to strip himself half naked because it’s too hot. Hey, who could blame him! I would do the same thing if it won’t be such a scary view!
  • When he insisted that no one should touch his creation of block tower. What can I say, he’s an architect/engineer in the making!
  • When he just wants to listen to his Toy Story from the DVD while he’s busy playing with his train. God only knows if that DVD player can scream it surely will. He just needs the sounds!
  • When we went out to eat with relatives. One of them is slurping their noodle so the toddler thinks it’s fun to do the same. Breathe in-breathe out tried to ignore the sounds. Hey, besides you can’t correct it in-front of the perpetrator right?
  • When he thinks it’s more fun to break that free crayon he got at a restaurant to pieces after he’s bored drawing. He made a mess but oh well…

These are just some that I can think of but there’s been plenty of backin’ down on my part that I failed to remember – blame mommy brain – but yeah, once in awhile it is definitely necessary to pick your own battles when it comes to toddlerhood.

You Know You’re A Mommy To A Toddler

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When you found yourself saying/doing these things:

  1. Please stop touching your pee-pee. It’s not going anywhere, Mister!
  2. Amazed by their ability to tuned you out when you tell them something but somehow they always managed to hear you when you hit your foot on a table and grunted “Dang it!” then later echoing it like a mantra.
  3. You find your self saying “Oh my God!” a lot seeing the mess your little tornado able to create in your living room and of course you will hear someone saying “Oh my God!” too in the future.
  4. You will hear so many excuses to avoid bed time from “I’m still hungry, Mommy“, “I have to go pipis*” down to straight out “but I’m not tired!
  5. They are brutally honest – no sugar coating. They’ll tell you in the public rest room you’re in have unpleasant smell or even better, they’ll cover their nose and mouth saying “Eww…it’s stinky in here, Mommy” in front of a store owner who you hope have no slight understanding of English words! Same thing applied to human odor!
  6. They use their sweetness power – hugs and kisses – abundantly when they want something from you such as an extra mini toblerone chocolates or more snack.
  7. Recognize those teenager’s infamous deep sigh? On some cases – like mine, it starts early. You tell them to go clean up and they can produce a whining sounds and sighs similar to the ones from their future 13 years old and older self.
  8. Your heart melt after your toddler went to time out and gave you a hug saying “I’m done crying…I’m sorry, Mommy“.
  9. Your heart will melt even more when they sings “Hallelujah” with both arms raised.
  10. Their kisses and big tight hugs will brighten your day no matter how crappy it has been.
  11. You will cherish those tender moments when they just crawled on your lap and snuggled so close you can smell their sweet no-longer-a-baby-scents because usually they’ll be too busy running around doing things by themselves.
  12. You will silently wipe your tears on the first day of school.

Note: *pipis = peeing

I Used To Dream of Pink Bows

Lil' A

For as long as I remember…even long before I met Mr. X, I always dream of pink bows…I always wanted a baby girl.

Since the first time that drug store bought pregnancy test shows positive sign, well actually since before we even got married …we always know we wanted a baby girl. Being the only girl in my family and since he already have two amazing boys…we always dream for that baby girl.

We even had a name picked out for her…a really beautiful name.

From day one we referred to our unborn child as a she. I secretly whispered to her when I lay down in bed at night picturing her beautiful pink coming home outfit, thinking of the cute little pink bows she will be parading in town. When we went shopping my heart would skipped a beat every time I see a cute tiny dress, if Mr. X thought I’m one nuts preggo wife – he never say it, he would just smile and nodded when I told him how pretty she will look like in this dress or that skirt!

As my tiny bumps grows, I eagerly followed my mom’s old wives tales. It involved my wedding ring, a strand of my hair…I would loop that hair around the ring – a makeshift pendulum – then hang it on top of my tummy. Not moving my hand, I will anxiously watched where the ‘pendulum’ swing. If it swings back & forth it suppose to be a boy, left to right means a baby girl is in our horizon. So I was giddy with happiness when my ‘pendulum’ swing left to right.

I took that Chinese gender prediction chart but didn’t want to believe it when the result said we’re having a baby boy!

When it was time to find out about our baby’s sex – I had successfully convinced myself that we are indeed having a girl. So when the technician announced in her thick Southern accent “Congratulations you guys, you are having a baby boy…” I was shocked! Hand gripping Mr. X’s hand…I turned my face to the wall so our cheerful technician won’t see the tears, glad that the room was dimmed. “See that’s his penis…” she eagerly explained as I felt my dreams came crushing hard.

Mr. X hold me tight in that dark room after we were done as I wept for the baby girl that never meant to be mine…ours. “It’s alright, Baby…” he whispered in my ears.

I’m embarrassed to say that it took a jolt of a severe preeclampsia diagnosis on the 30th week of pregnancy to made me really fell in love with our baby boy. The fear of having him too early, the 4 weeks of bed-rest, two hospitalizations later…I begged God to save our unborn baby. Guilt made my heart so heavy, I thought God was punishing me for wanting something else than what He already blessed us with.

Mommy do love you little man…” I would softly whispered while rubbing my belly as I feel him starting to kick and do somersaults. “Please hang in there…please be strong!

2 weeks before his grand entrance

He did hang in there like I begged him, we got to ‘baked’ him some more until my pregnancy reached 35 weeks. Tears streamed down my face the moment I heard his cries fill the cold operation room and I knew my heart had walked straight right out my body!

Holding him for the very first time – 3 days later after he was born I just know I would never trade him in for a thousand beautiful pink bows!

Now, flash forward almost 4 years later…I still think of what it would be like to have a baby girl, my uterus still startled whenever I see a cute little girl but as I put on my dress to go to church yesterday, I heard “Wow, Mommy beautiful! You look like a princess!” coming out sincerely from my little man, I know I would never have him any other way!

Wrote this post to celebrate Theta Mom’s First Blogiversary. Head over there to read more powerful and beautifully written posts.

How Do You Discipline A Toddler?

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As usual, when I’m at my parents’ house and someone is acting up – off he goes to time out…

You have to be more patience…” said my Dad as I sent Lil’ A to time out for the 100th times because he thinks jumping on top of piles of his old clothes that I just neatly folded is so much fun than climbing up the windows railing, which got him several warnings already. “You will have more headache when he’s a teenager…” Dad went on.

From the way my Dad was talking I can tell he was 90% teasing me – because he knows Lil’ A can drives me insane for sure.

You used to make us standing in the corner with one leg up – that is time out!” as I remember one of those dreadful childhood punishments.”And remember your big black belt? That belt and me were best friend, right?” Then we all started laughing.

Yes, but it’s different now! We love our grandson more than we love you!” my Mom chimed in.

Maybe she’s right…because my Mom and I always had a fit about how I discipline Lil’ A. In her eyes I’m a mean mommy when she had a power pinch that used to gave my thighs ‘badges’ that will last for weeks! She’s been acting as Lil’ A’s attorney/defender, whatever you wanna call it since we moved back to Indonesia so of course the boy will always tried to seek her help when he’s in trouble! Sometimes she would even stepped in and ‘rescued’ Lil’ A from his time out and I’ll be fuming at her.

With my Dad, I can still reasons with him that time out is necessary at this stage along with taking away the little boy’s privileges such as his toys/movie(s) after counting to three. He gets me but not my Mom!

When I was little, corporal punishments were daily part of our lives like so many others who grew up in the 70s – 80s (and prior?) and since I wasn’t exactly the sweetest little girl growing up – that belt became my friend with some other physical punishments. Until one day I think I was in 4th grade, too caught up in play time and didn’t realized it was already dark…too scared to come home, I hid in a small chicken barn a few houses down the block.

Oh did that caused panic to my parents! Not only them some of the neighbors also helped trying to find me. I hid for hours, can’t remember how long but someone did found me – she took me to her house, gave me a cup of hot tea. I cried and begged her not to tell my Dad because I will be in deep trouble.

Eventually, I came home and was scared to death but instead of getting my usual ole’ beating, my Dad picked me up, sat me on his lap and apologized to me. He got tears in his eyes, he just held me for the longest time and kept telling me he loves me. Since that night – the corporal punishments stop in our household but I still remember them.

I wouldn’t want Lil’ A to have that kind of fears, besides physical punishments will only hurt for a few seconds or minutes and eventually the child will learn how not to feel them. So if I have to be a mean mommy and stick to my gun when I said NO then be it…he can sit and cried his head off but he will never meet that belt!

So, how do you discipline your child, especially toddler? Share here what works and what’s not working for you.

Temporary Separation

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“Stop checking your phone, Mommy!”

Lil’ A’s words felt like a punch last night as I lay next to him and replying to some stuffs on Twitter.

Guilty as charged, I apologized to him and asked “You don’t like Mommy checking her phone too much?” and he replied “I don’t like it…

Another guilty pang inside!

Two years ago – when I took that picture above – I actually made fun of my family who were already using Blackberry and thought it’s way too complicated for me. Then just last year, my family conspiracy  was to sucked me into their circle of Blackberry user and gifted me one for my birthday. That’s the end of my regular phone days!

Yes, it’s awesome to be able to check your emails, twitter, marketbooking – err I meant facebooking,  even approved comments on my blog through this little gadget. Not to mention I can chat with DH anytime we need to – uhm no, I’m not sharing my PIN number, thank you very much! There’s just so much one can do with this phone and sucked the life out of you!

But as lay there in bed with my 3.5 years old little man…he’s all there! In the present with me, connected with me, enjoying our cuddle times so when his Mommy was still trying to reply to some tweets…it sure doesn’t seems fair huh?! Yeah, guilty…guilty…guitly!

It’s another story for DH, he works with his Blackberry too much! In his field of work, his phone is rarely if never get turned off!

So I turned my phone off – witnessed by Lil’ A, put it aside and pull him closer and gave him a kiss, vowed to myself that I will do a temporary separation from this gadget and put a curfew on it!

Today, I’m taking Lil’ A to see a circus and yes, the darn phone will stay at home!