On Loneliness

Alone

‘Tis the season to be merry…

Not lonely

Yet here I am, typing this with loneliness about to leak from the rim of my sanity.

Just when I thought I’ve already have so much to juggle, such a busy life as a single mom I can’t seem to shake these feelings off. Yes, I am surrounded with my big crazy loving family layered with lots of awesome friends – which I am so thankful for but there’s a suppressed feeling of loneliness that I’ve been shoving aside for ages.

And when it leaks, I am a hot mess!

After rebuilding my life all over again, I’ve been trying so damn hard to stay strong and independent, trying to create positive focuses in my life to lift the spirit. Infidelities really did some damaged on my part that honestly I’m still working on.

So yes, I feel loneliness chewing me inside.

Why Not Dating Again?

 
You’re still young…there’s still plenty of chances out there for you. Plenty of fish in the sea!” one dear friend encouraged me when I lamented about my bleak dating history.

Plenty of fish in the sea alright! But not in this part of the sea.

Why?

Maybe because I am not like everyone else…well I know I’m not like everyone else but if you should ask me my ‘man-wish-list’ then without being racist or anything I would put Caucasian on my list.  For the past 14 years I haven’t date any Asian men. I did date Indonesian guys before but it didn’t work out, obviously.  Growing up surrounded by Caucasians and from liberal parents also being in the States for awhile, I think I’m more attracted to those who are open minded, self sufficient man who can appreciate an opinionated woman without fears of me stepping on their ego.  Maybe if I meet an Indonesian guy with these traits or have the same experience we’ll be compatible but I haven’t meet one so far. Hmm…I see a future post discussing more about why – maybe one day I will.

Young, nice bloke in Jakarta is a rare breed.

See now why it’s so difficult for me to date here?

Online dating? Meh! I tried that. Doesn’t work for me. I tried one dating service once and guess what all my ‘matches’ are not located anywhere near Jakarta.

I had unfortunately turned into a skeptic when it comes to long distance relationship.

Fighting It No More

 
After my last date – which dated back to six months ago, I decided to step back from the dating world. It’s really exhausting and I feel like my dating skills are rusting. From the ‘why didn’t he call?’ to the many other questions that left me felt too tired to play the field.

Yet at these times of the year when happy faces of whole families being plastered from Christmas cards to Christmasy ads, I can’t restrain these feelings.

I miss being with someone who can see me way pass my boobs size. Seriously, I guess I just miss the companionship of being in a relationship. That’s all and especially around the holidays times.

And I have come to a conclusion that it’s OK to feel this way. That it’s normal. That it just means I’m only human. I just can’t let these loneliness drag me down deeper than it already is. That I should instead enjoy the freedom of being single and continue working on myself first and foremost.

Even when I know I’m not ready for anything serious right now it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to hold my hand other than my 5 years old.

Are you a single mom? How do you deal with loneliness especially around Holidays?

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From A Thankful Heart

It’s been 3 years…

Since I had a ‘proper’ Thanksgiving meals of turkey, green beans casserole topped off with delicious pecan pie and pumpkin pie.

Had to cancel my reservation at the American Club’s Thanksgiving Dinner tonight because of financial priorities.

My mother’s oven doesn’t have the power to cook a whole turkey.

There are many logistical reasons why we’re not celebrating Thanksgiving Day the way it’s being celebrated back in the States.

But deep in my heart I am thankful.

For this year hasn’t been nothing short but amazing in its own way. Looking back, it’s so easy to spot the things that I’m grateful for.

Here’s why my heart is swollen with so much gratitude – in no particular order:

  • Seeing my boy thriving after he started school. It’s amazing to watch him grows intellectually day by day and blossoming into a soon-to-be 5 years old boy. His sudden interests in math – which by the way, could never come from his mother’s genes! The way he speaks Indonesian and English. My heart that is walking and breathing outside of my body is growing and I couldn’t be more thankful to have him. For the constant reminder he teaches me to slow down, to stop and laugh at the silly little things.
  • To receive VIP treatments at The Holiday Inn in Bangkok for free after winning their photo contest, I would’ve never even imagined that my picture would land us there in Thailand. But it did! It wasn’t a dream. They are still using that shot around their hotel and on their Facebook page.

  • For the health of my family, I can’t stop giving thanks to the Almighty for this one. Even when we lost two beloved members of our family, my faith were forever sealed that God is good all the time. My aunt may lost her battle to breast cancer but she lives on in our hearts forever and my Oma (Grandma) now rest in peace after a long amazing life. Even after the scare of my father’s health, God still answer our prayers and he’s now on the road to recovery.
  • For my best friends who keeps me sane. These girls are my voices of reasons when I hit the slump. Their love gives me the strength when I thought I had none left. Yes, you girl! Those who can truly sees the real me without passing judgments, who let me vent yet give me some slaps of reality when necessary. Your friendship means the world to me. Thank you!

“Friends ask you why you’re crying. Best friends: already have a shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry.” - unknown

  • The wonderful people that I met at my current job, the ones that I will leave in just a few days. Friendships were made. The laughter we shared in that office. So many people who touched my life. I will keep the memories of working side by side with them close to my heart and keep the friendships made.
  • All my bloggy/Facebook/Twitter friends…it’s amazing how social media works isn’t? I have ‘met’ some truly amazing amazing people here online from all corners of the world. If only I could squeeze everyone here – it would be one darn long list. So if you read this post, if we communicate through Facebook or Twitter then I am thankful for you! My blog has opened up connections with others that enrich my life, it builds not only connections but also friendships, albeit the distance. Two highlights of my 2011 so far also include how thankful I feel to be a part of World Moms Blog’s contributor and being featured on The Parent Du Jour.
  • Despite the end of my marital ties with Mr. X, his families still plays important roles in my life. My wonderful ex-mother in law who calls me her daughter…I could’ve never asked for a better mother in law. So to use the letters ‘ex’ pained me. Love that woman like my own mother!

Whether you celebrate the holiday or not, it is important to remain thankful for all the blessings, big or small.

What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving Day?

When 24 Hours Just Doesn’t Cut It Anymore

I’m still alive…drowning with work but alive…

Down and Out and Drowning (Explore)
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These past few weeks have been so overwhelming. All the stress and tensions from staying in the hospital last month up to earlier this month with my father has finally caught up with me. All the stress from work – from going solo because my colleague is on her leave and I have to tackle everything by myself really makes me feel exhausted. All the pressure to stay at my current job while I had signed up with a new one makes my head hurts. I hit the slump of feeling running on empty.

So much to juggle all at once…

Then the little ‘panic’ I got from realizing my time at my current job is drawing to a close and I still have so many loose end to ties-up while keeping the ‘regular’ workloads afloat causing me to work long hours. In the past week alone I had worked close to 65 hours. I.am.super.overwhelmed! Stress gives me daily stomachache and I’m just dying to get all these behind me.

Yes, I am moving to a new company starting the end of this month. I’m sad to leave my colleagues and friends but I’ve made up my mind.

This new job will require longer commute time as the office would be in downtown area but there will be much more commuting options from the bus to the train. I think I will go with the latter option.

Another set of panic attack was when it hits me that I don’t have that much of ‘formal’ working attires. Being spoiled by my office now, jeans became my best friend so I don’t wear my executive-secretary-style daily. The new job will requires me to dress formally from Monday – Thursday. So I’ve been slowly starting to buy key pieces items to wear. Not easy because I’m not your typical itty-bitty-Asian woman.

Breathe in breathe out…

Lately I told my best friend that I feel like I have no life whatsoever outside of just work & home. Rinse and repeat!

My long awaited trip to the small island of Rote has been cancelled due to my father’s health. He was still in hospitalized when I was scheduled to go so canceling it was the right thing to do. Besides, I wouldn’t feel right to go on a mini get-away while he’s sick.

Dating? What is that exactly? I’m just so not ready and not been interested in this department. Maybe later in the future.

Don’t even let me get started on the working mom’s guilt, for I have oh so plenty of them lately. Knowing that my son is the motor that keep me running through all these hurdle is what keeps me going.

Not easy for me to relax and take things easy with so much going on but I am trying. Thanks God for dear dear close friends who can still makes me laugh with their antics during these stressful few weeks.

Luckily there’s only 24 hours in a day if we have more then I’d probably be working even longer.

How do you manage a crazy schedule in your life? How do you find your “me-time”? 

Two Cultures, One Heart

In my nearly 5 years of being a mother to little dude, a lot has changed. A lot has influenced me in this whole journey of motherhood.

From facing motherhood ‘unexpectedly’ by having my son 5 weeks earlier than expected – thanks to my severe preeclampsia, from dealing with undiagnosed post-partum depression, from moving to China temporarily before moving permanently back to my home country of Indonesia, from the demise of my marriage, from practicing co-parenting

So much has happened.

My way of motherhood has clearly become one that’s not very mainstream like, loaded with influences from two cultures.

Scoops from two cultures, one heart

That’s my tag line. Two cultures because the influences from my Indonesian – Southeast Asian background and you got the Western parts as my son is born out of two emerged cultures. One heart, because despite the differences the source is one…this little boy who is not so little anymore.

Looking back, frictions of having my own beliefs when it comes to parenting/motherhood and that of my cultural upbringing were not as bad as I feared. Of course it was slightly overwhelming at first, just like when my mother suggested that I strapped my post-emergency-c-section-tummy with a girdle or put a coin on my new baby’s belly button to prevent him from being an outie – which by the way I refused to practice and his belly button looks normal now.

Now that I had readjusted myself to be living back here permanently, I am more in-tune with whatever works for us – this little boy and his mommy – instead of what is demanded by society.

Easier to say than done…I’d like to think it developed over times and will continues to do so as I travel this journey of motherhood longer.

When I first brought my son home to Indonesia, he was about 10 months old.  I hated the way strangers would come and pinch his cheeks or hold his baby fat covered hands. Maybe because back in Alabama people just doesn’t do that, but overtime I came to understand that these are just the admiration gestures my own people have. A gesture that has been going on for decades if not million of years ago. I even blogged awhile back about this very topic of please don’t touch my baby!

Now that I’m a single mom who is learning to master the art of practice co-parenting, there are still miles of challenges up ahead. Be it from my inner self and also from society who sadly still have huge doubts about co-parenting, some people here even still looks down on single moms.

It may looks like I have plenty of internal wars within me from trying to combine and maintain a balance of two cultures in raising my son but in the end what matters is that one heart…that is growing outside my body.

Our two cultures maybe quite colorful but if we take the goods out of both worlds our lives will be rich and this boy will grow up with pride of having the best of both worlds. And that is one of my motherhood purpose…

This month World Moms Blog is celebrating their 1  year blogiversary and I am linking up with them and many other great bloggers from across the globe. Come check it out and travel the world of motherhood.

 

I Dreaded Monday

Days of basking in relax moments with my boy is dwindling to an ‘end’ – 1 day left to be exact – ‘end’ of waking up with him curled up in my arms. I will miss kissing him in the mornings and oh the snuggles.

Surely 30 days has flown right by me. Next Monday I would be putting on my skirt and heels (and the rest of course!) returning to work.

There were so much that I wished we could’ve done on my break but seriously the days just flew by way too fast.

What have I done being a full stay at home mom in these past weeks?

Plenty of cuddle-fests, big tight squishy hugs, rough housing, tickle-parties in our bed. It surely felt so damn good!

We may not afford a getaway from the city but we built our very own ‘hotel’ under a spread blanket. We laugh, we giggle. We had our in-house vacation.

Would be really hard for both of us to jump back into the old routine again with me working full time but I realize my responsibility is calling.

I can’t even imagine how my desk would look like! Let’s block that mental image for awhile.

But I hope I would be home before 7:30 just so I can tuck him to bed. Kissing him good night, hearing his sweet little voice saying his bed time prayer. Then to feel him slipping into sweet slumbers.

Outside of the mommyhood-ness I questioned myself what have I done in these past nearly 4 weeks?

I blogged, I tried to picked up where I had left off in the blogsphere. I met and make new connections through Twitter, Triberr and  Just Be Enough. I redesigned Tatter Scoops. My bounce rates went down – thanks heaven! Guest postings, bravely – or stupidly the judges are still out on this one – listed myself as one of the contributor at World Moms Blog.

Had to cancel a long awaited plan – which I can’t write here – left me pretty bummed but hey, shitte happens right?

Going back to work means less time in the blogsphere so please don’t stone me. I truly appreciate y’all (insert thick southern accent here) for reading and commenting. Trying to get back into the old routines of working full time and being a mommy is not easy but I’m trying to juggle it all.

Honestly I do miss working – the satisfaction of getting things done, of being productive, of getting a job done right and to receive the acknowledgement from the bosses – yes even when sometimes my big boss can be a pain he truly gives credits where credits are due. It fuels me up inside. No matter how hectic and crazy it can get. I love being a working mom.

And if I slipped on my duties of visiting, reading and commenting on your blogs, please don’t hate me. I had installed a new app called FiddlerPro on my phone so I hope that will help me – other than clicking through Twitter – to read and commenting.

In the meantime, as I’m typing this I have so many blog post ideas jumbled up in my head. Will spend my weekend writing them as the boy is spending time at his Dad’s so I have the whole weekend committed to just blog away.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

More Than Skin Colors

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Saw this great piece on Facebook today shared by Bicultural Mama and I was nodding and laughing my behind reading it and knew I MUST blog a more serious spin about the topic.

So here goes…

My son is a ‘product’ of mix marriage. His father – Mr. X is American and I am Indonesian.

A little history background, I’m ‘mixed’ too. Somewhere down the line from my father’s side of the family there was a hint of Dutch yet my father is Ambonese. My mother is Manadonese which means she has very light skins and sometimes people misjudged her as Chinese.

Their ‘products’ are three kids, two of them looks like white/half Caucasian and one of them well just have a dark skin. That dark skinned one would be me.

I remember my father told me the doctors didn’t even believe he is the father after my super ‘white’ brother was born. They had to put him under the UV lights right away because they thought he’s just too white! Go figure!

Here’s an old picture of my father holding my brother. No wonder people used to doubt he is the father! Psst, yes, that was me in my father’s truck.

 

Being the ‘different’ one in the family growing up most people got surprised that the three of us, my brothers and I are related. We used to get teased. We’ve heard it all.

My favorite ‘incident’ was when I was living in this rental ‘boarding house’ with my brother. He just started college in Jakarta and we rented two different rooms in a boarding house. One night, just recently after we moved in, I took him to Hardrock Café with my girlfriend. On our way home back to the house we had to walk in this small alley big enough for just a motorcycle to fit. The next day, we got a report from the housekeeper that one of the neighbors had called our landlord and reported “Hey, that new girl is bringing home a bule* last night!”. We didn’t get in trouble but it was hilarious!

Since I became a mother I has never been more uncomfortable than moving back here. Back in the States even when we were living in a small itty bitty town of Alabama, no one had said any weird comments about Lil’ A. If anything, people told me he’s adorable and most mistakenly thought he’s a girl – thus the abuse of the color blue by me!

My first encounter with unpleasant comments was when I first came home to introduce my then 10 months old baby to my big Indonesian family. At the time my parents were still living in East Borneo a town called Balikpapan. We then flew to Makassar, South Sulawesi to let my Grandmother met Lil’ A.

After we deplaned, we had to take a bus into the airport’s terminal. I was sitting right next to my mother, Lil’ A on my lap, my youngest brother, Danny was to my right. An older lady right in front of my mother smiled, obviously staring at Lil’ A.

Is that your grandson?” the lady said. My mother, the proud grandmother said yes and smiled broadly.  “Yes, that’s his mother” she placed her arm on my shoulder.

Oooh…is that the father?” pointing at my brother who yes, often mistakenly thought as Caucasian. Huh?

That ‘incident’ got all of us laughing but believe me I’ve been on the receiving end of some really annoying inappropriate questions from strangers. From asking if I’m the nanny to saying “He’s so cute, too bad his nose looks just like yours!” S’cuse me? Among other nuisance questionings.

I think Lil’ A looks more like me than anything but of course I am biased! Hopefully he won’t have too much of a hard time growing up in Jakarta being a mix product and NO I do not wish he would throw himself to these whole ‘mixed races bunch of artists’ trend in Jakarta. If that’s what he really wants then we’ll deal with that when he’s 18!

What’s the most annoying remarks people give you if you have a mixed race children? Do share the silliest comment people make about your children.

 

*Bule = Indonesian slang for caucasian

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