Posts Tagged ‘mommyhood’
In Searching For The “One”
Posted by Tatter in Living in Jakarta, Musings, Toddlerhood Thursday, 12 November 2009 16:18 6 Comments
After living with my parents for several months, being in our own place means life goes back to normal or as normal as it can be for me. Errands to run, a pad to clean up, a family to feed, etc…etc… you know the drill of a stay at home mom’s life. However, this SAHM doesn’t have an assistant yet unlike so many families living in Indonesia, particularly in Jakarta. Yes, we have a driver from the company but as for a domestic help we haven’t find one yet. Oh something funny did happened when I was introduced to someone who’s looking to fill in that position, turned out she suffers from fear of heights. So the search goes on…
Discussing about these domestic helpers (including nanny or what Indonesian prefers to call as Babysitter), one of my friend also from a mixed marriage raised an interesting question. “How come it is much easier to run around doing errands back in the US than here? It feels like it’s a must to have a helper here.” We didn’t have a chance to thoroughly talk about this but I must agree with her on some level. Personally, I think the reasons why is because:
- Traffic in Jakarta is already a nightmare. One can easily get frustrated being caught in the middle of a traffic jam here let alone a two or 1 years old, right? People are losing their times just from this as to go to point A to point B can literarily takes hours. Don’t even talk about the rainy seasons…think of it this way, with no rain, the traffic is horrible as it is add the rain you can say that it’s 100x worst!
- Most places are not very child friendly here such as banks. The bank that I use here always have a very long line of people and yes, the queue can be really long but imagine trying to do this with a bored toddler who’d rather explore the place? This is when I wish online banking in Indonesia is much simpler like back in the US, but then again with the frauds records here, I can understand the complicated preventive measurements these banks must take. It is a little of catch 22, don’t you think?
Being a mother and living in Jakarta again surely has become an eye opening experience. Meaning, I got to notice things that seems mundane in my single days. Such as how having an assistance can really spoil a mother, also the sometimes unfairness treatment these extra helping hands received from their bosses. Just like today, I saw a nanny sat on the kiddy table at a food court while the family ate right in front of her, on a regular table. I mean c’mon…at least let her sit on a decent table for God’s sake! Oh these are ‘minor’ offender in my book, I’ve seen worst! Yes, there are plenty of good families out there who will treat their domestic helper(s) very good just as there are plenty of bad workers.
I don’t know maybe it’s just me but I think to treat someone who is helping you to take care of your child (or your home or whatever it is) like she’s nothing is very very cruel. Growing up, my mother always has domestic helps but since most of them does not live-in we were raised not to be spoil brats. I remember how we still had to do our chores, and mine would be washing dishes since I’m the eldest of three. The point is, I grew up from a family who always treats our domestic helpers as part of the family. My mother never ever separate our foods from the ‘maids’ shares. We all ate the same food, no separation of class. So to witness such treatments really irritate me.
Funny, how these people will be so lost when all their helpers have to go back home to their village, usually for Eid and worried that some won’t even bother to come back because chances are when they’re back in their villages, meeting their peers who have the same jobs then comparison will starts flying out from wages to treatments and more often some will try their luck with different family. Why oh why I wonder? Maybe some of the answers lie beneath your treatments to these people.
Back to finding domestic helper, I specifically told DH that I do not want to look for a nanny. I need an extra pair of hands and eyes to watch over Lil’ A when we have to go out and do errands or when I have to go meet up with some friends (or a romantic dinner with DH?). Other than that, I can still handle him on my own. So we agree that although our new place now has a spare room designated for a helper, we would not want a live-in, besides he too wasn’t very keen of having someone in our place 24/7. She would only come in the morning and leave in the afternoon.
Honestly, I have no objections with the trends of having a nanny/baby sitter because now that I live here again, I realized how hectic it can be to just do anything alone the way I’m used to when we were still back in the US or in China. But to have one nanny for each child you have is a tad bit too much isn’t? I could never even imagine of doing that. Understandably most mothers now have their own careers outside the home front, not much different than other moms in the Western world, right? But to completely handover your motherhood roles to a total stranger is beyond me. No wonder some of these kids here are more attached to their nannies than their own mother and don’t get me started on the bratty kinds I’ve seen so far!
Again, let me stress it out, I really have nothing against hiring an extra helps, especially because here it is much cheaper to get one, heck sometimes I wish we have one when we were still living in the US! However, from what I had witnessed so far is plenty of these parents are renouncing most of their parental duties to the nannies/babysitters. From the look of it, seems like some of these mommies never even miss their beauty sleep or knows what it’s like to feel like a-walking-zombie-coz-you’re-so-sleep-deprived. Granted, some of them never even lift a finger to change a diaper let alone smells like spit-ups lol as most of them will already have a nanny ready even before the baby was born.
Due to the facts that we have never use a nanny before, not even when we were in China where Ayi (Nanny) are also cheap, I am having doubts about trusting someone enough to watch Lil’ A for me. Call me paranoid but dealing with that sweet-terrible two phase can be hard even on me let alone for someone else…that’s my biggest concern. Right now I sometimes have to ‘hijacked’ my mother’s helper when I need to go places. She is an excellent women and I really wish I can clone her lol. She adores and loves Lil’ A, equipped with all the patience in the world when dealing with him, also she’s very protective of him and will not hesitate to warn other (mostly older) children at a play area if they are being too rough as she also realized that Lil’ A is in that monkey see-monkey do phase. We adore her but unfortunately since she is already married with a tween and living close to my mother’s house she can’t come and work for us. Oooh Ipah we love you!
Let’s just hope we will find one soon before December where it will be busier for us than other months.
Ayam and Solo Mothering
Posted by Tatter in Indonesia, Living in Jakarta, Musings Thursday, 15 October 2009 10:30 5 Comments
A friend of mine asked a very intriguing question awhile back, you know that kind of question that a little mind boggling you just have to write about it.
She’s also a mixed couple with children who recently moved back to Jakarta due to her husband’s job, much similarities to my own. Like mine, her hubby’s job also involved a lot of traveling, thus the question “How do you deal with it?”, “Do you ever worry about the ‘ayams*’ here?” arises.
Let’s answer the first question…
How do I deal with it? Meaning how to do I cope with our marriage and parenting issues while DH is traveling a lot for work? Well, I think there’s no one size fits all answer to this kinds of questions. It all depends on the couple itself. When we were still in the US, I was already accustomed to his sometimes odd hour schedules or having him called in to work in the middle of the night or at wee hour before dawn. Like it or not, I had to adjust, it is his job after all.
Then come China last year, we spent so much time apart due to visa problems (who knew Chinese visa/resident permit is harder to get than American one!). In total, we were separated for nearly 10 months, yes, I counted it!
When he started working here, we both knew that there will be a lot of traveling involved on his part. It’s not easy, believe me…there are times where I just feel so overwhelmed trying to fill his absences especially when it comes to our son, Lil’ A. He’s too little to really grasp why Daddy isn’t around all that much although he knows that Daddy’s working. But to see/hear your little one calling out for his Daddy while he’s sleeping can really break one’s heart, I tried as best as I can to fill in his needs for some masculinity touches. Although at the end of the day I feel like my back is about to break from playing rough with him, you know the kind of games father – son does. Also, dealing with the sweet terrible two moments alone can be so hard. Lil’ A is so strong willed and I can be very emotional. Not a good combo, and that’s when I wish his Daddy can stepped in since he’s always the patient and cool-headed one. God only knows how many times I played this image of handed Lil’ A to his Daddy while I hold a suitcase and said “Here you go, I’m taking a vacation…alone!” LOL!
Through our times a part while he’s working in China, I learnt to take things one day at a time when it comes to Lil’ A. if not I’m sure they’d put me in a restraining jacket by now. Having my immediate families around also helps as I can’t imagine going through this alone.
Now on to the second question…
I just had to tease that poor worry girl that what we’re dealing here is not as bad as how some of ‘those’ girls are in China. Once I read in a forum somewhere about the girls there and their ability to do a staring-rape! No kidding! I experienced that too when I was in China at the place you’d least expected it…supermarket with Lil’ A around! Seesh!
Ok, on a serious note, I am very well aware of the ‘fierceness’ of these bule hunters here in Jakarta who doesn’t give a rat’s ass if the guy already wear a wedding ring, have a wife and kids. Growing up in small towns where expats were all over, you’ll be assured I’ve seen just about every possible scenario of how another woman can wreck a marriage. Does it scare me? Honestly, as a normal woman, I have that worries far in the back of my mind but the fear itself does not took me hostage. Meaning, yes I know the risks, the temptations are always around. Yes, I trust DH wholeheartedly but there are some things that beyond our control. Can I stop it? Of course not! All I can do is working on the marriage itself, from the inside. Our marriage is far from perfect, but then again who have one? So why waste 0ur precious moments worrying about the ‘what ifs’ when it will only drive us crazy?
It’s not like we can put a chastity belt on our husbands, right?
*Ayam: a term Indonesian use for those girls who hunts foreigners mostly for their money.
Let Him Be Little…
Posted by Tatter in Living in Jakarta, Musings, Toddlerhood Monday, 5 October 2009 16:38 2 Comments
Ok, this post will be a RANT…
For about a little over a month now, Lil’ A has been showing great interests in my make-ups as you can see on my posting here.
It all started while we were still living at my parents’ house. He would asked (well, more like demanded, actually!) his grandma (Oma) to put lipstick on him too whenever he sees Oma trying to put some on. We tricked him and giving him a chapstick instead.
Later on he moved to face powder and blush-ons especially mine. He would throw a fit if I didn’t let him play with it and since I thought there’s no harm in him playing I gave him one of my blush-on that I never use and a brush. He had fun and said “Look at my cheeks, Mommy.”
Apparently, some people are against this especially here, “Don’t let him plays with make-ups! He’ll turn gay or queer!” Even my two brothers were complaining about this. However, after I explained to them that it is just a toddler thing. Monkey see, monkey do…he sees me putting my make-ups on, he wants to try it himself. He sees me putting some body lotion on, he wanted it too. It will not determine his sexual orientation later on. Both of them finally let it go.
Not easy to explain this kinds of things to others as I heard the comments from people outside my family circle. It bugs me a lot, to say the least. I even asked the last person who made such comment to show me the scientific evidence that toddler boys who plays with his mommy’s make-ups will turn gay when they grow up to no avail.
DH said the most common sense thing on the phone to me today when I vented out. He said “For him, it’s just a toy, something to experiment with. Nothing more. The more we tell him no, the more he wants it.”
Coming from a very gender specific culture, this is one thing that I wish I can change, but I know I can’t change how others think. The perception and unnecessary paranoia about a boy who plays with stuffed toys or worst make-ups are so silly in my opinion. So what if my son wants to play dress up too? Will you have a heart attack seeing him trying on my heels?! How come a girl who’d rather plays soccer or refused to wear skirts only be ‘labeled’ as a tomboy but a boy who plays dress-up or painting his face with his mommy’s make-ups immediately going to grow up as a queer?! Does it mean that you’re gay if you hang out with gays too? No, right?!
I have talked with other parents of toddler who said their boys went through the same thing. So please keep your comments and your precious parenting advices to yourself because my son doesn’t need to hear all your negativity. And I will not limit his fun just for the fear that he’ll turn gay! Allow him to be little and enjoy this precious toddlerhood moments.
Curiousity Knocked Mommy’s Socks Off
Posted by Tatter in Toddlerhood Sunday, 23 August 2009 21:31 No Comments

Curiosities are understandably a part of growing up a toddler. Already, Lil A asked me like millions of questions on a daily basis. So cool watching him grow and learning about the world around him. However, one question nearly knocked me off the bed (and I mean literally!). It happened a week or so ago, while I was putting on his night time diaper and pajamas.
Silence…as mommy tried to pick herself off the floor and tried to figure a good answer.
Mommy: “Oh…he’s awake, please tell him to go night night.”
Was that the right answer to this kind of question? Honestly, I don’t know as I was totally got caught off guard and those words that came out were best that my reeling brain can came up under the circumstances.
I’m totally aware that all the books says to name their body parts as they are and tried not to use ‘cute names’. But I just can’t bring myself to say penis to Lil A let alone teach him to say the word.
As Indonesian, that’s not something that parents teach their kids here. I know, I know…things are different now but to have him say penis in front of my parents and elderly relatives will totally disturb them to say the least.
That’s why I think I’ll wait awhile to teach Lil A the correct terminology.
Sweetheart, I’m No “Nyonya Besar”!
Posted by Tatter in Living in Jakarta, Musings Tuesday, 24 February 2009 02:25 No Comments
Lately I’ve been glorifying the magic of Facebook. Who knew I could reconnect with old long lost friends down from Kindergarten to College? Amazing huh?! Even on Friendster I didn’t connect to this many friends. Reunion(s) has been great and it sure is nice to stay in touch after all these years again.
However, things aren’t always as rosy as it seems. After two small ‘conversations’ with two different people from my past I was intrigued to write this.
First conversation:
X: “It’s just too difficult to go places with xx small kids *with complaining tones*
Me: “Do you have any nanny?”
X: “I have two, one for each kid. It must be so much easier for you, right?”
Me: Biting my tongue trying not to say “Sweetie, you called that hard with two nannies around 24/7?!!!!” then came up with an excuse that I have to go.
Second conversation:
Y: “So you’re rich now!”
Me: “What?”
Y: “Well, you married a bule. You must have a great life like Ibu-ibu pejabat.” (wifes of important government officials)
Me: “Huh?” gulping for air at the shallow comment “No, my husband is not a millioner.”
Y: Insistently saying unnecessary comments about how easy my life now and how she still have to work her ‘behind’ off.
WOW! Surely those blows came when I least expected it. Well, these two are not my closest friends in the past and it’s been ages since the last time we met in persons so they might not fully know the kind of person I am today. Yet, their comments can be categorized as one of the most common things mix marriage couples have to hear in Indonesia, among many discourteous ones out there.
Although these kinds of comments won’t hinder me from feeling excited about seeing some of them while I’m still in Jakarta, I need to brace myself to hear more of these and better yet be prepared with a smart come back. Any ideas? LOL!
What amazed me the most is how much these people have no clue whatsoever that life doesn’t automatically become any easier just because you’re married to a white man. Knight in shinning armor? Nope! Doesn’t work that way in real life, sweetie! Being married to a ‘bule’ doesn’t mean all I do every single day is sitting prettily, adoring my well-manicured-weighed-down-by-golf-ball-size-diamonds-stuffed fingers.
Living in Indonesia where hiring hands are cheap and easily accessible, mothers can have a much easier life when they have a kid(s). Not to mention family helps but not out there, sweetheart! Surely not in the expensive country such as America where we, Indonesia women who happened to be married to an American have to adjust to the way of living. Maids, personal drivers, live-in nannies are only for those rich people.
“Being married to a bule means you have to learn to ‘membabu-buta’” was an insider jokes that sometimes my fellow mix marriages friends shared with me. For those of you who can’t take a joke, let me make it clear that we do what we have to do for our own families, right? So yeah, being the driver, the chef, the housekeeper, the nanny comes with the territory of our status and personally, I enjoyed doing that although it is tiring at the end of the day (Standing ovation to my friends who have more than one kid!) Again, it’d be nice to have all the helps we can get like what’s available here but it does come with a personal satisfaction to do these things for the people you love.
The glamorous life that these people might perceive is so far fetched from reality. Impossible to change these kinds of images they painted themselves, guess I’ll just need to bring a pair of ear plugs when I meet them people and grow a thicker skin.




