Dad's Birthday

Dad celebrated his 66th birthday this year.
We had lunch at Abuba Steak.

Fruit Platter

Made this fruit platter in the morning for Benny on his birthday. :)

Fish Tag

Is your fishes hungry or full? I often ask myself: Have I feed my fishes?" I made these slideable fish tag for our pet, as a self-reminder. Hehe. 

Family Names

Timmy: "Mom, how many family names are there in the world?" 

Me: "Wah... I don't know how many, Tim. A lot for sure."

Tim: "A lot ya Mom. But that's not right Mom. How can there be a lot of family names if God only created Adam and Eve in the first place?" 

Well....I'm speechless. Don't know how to answer this boy....again. Hehe.

• Pm Sung Tim is very clever to ask such questions.

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  Andri Riau In the olden days, last names were not needed. There was only one Adam, one Eve, one Jacob, one Sarah, etc haha. I think that's the best that I can come up with.

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  Magdalena Gracia Helen Mulyadi Pm Sung: Thank you Uncle.

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  Magdalena Gracia Helen Mulyadi Andri Riau: Thank you for the ideas.  I've shown your answer to Tim. Hahaha.
  
  Then he said: "Hm....creating them?" 
  
  It's true ya, people create their family names. Our parents did. hahahaha. You and I are cousins from father's side, but we have different family names. Hahaha.

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  Andri Riau Ci Helen, I guess you are right on people creating their family names haha. During our time, we couldn't inherit our family name from our parents! So they had to come up with something.

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  Magdalena Gracia Helen Mulyadi Andri Riau: Well said. Hehe.

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Sports Car

We saw this on the road, right next to our car, during traffic jam. Hehehe. 
Me: "Tim, look at that."
Tim: "Oh, Mom, that's Mclaren MP4 12C. The top speed is 386 km/hour."
Me: "How do you know all those things?"
Tim: "From Need for Speed Hot Pursuit."

I have no clues whatsoever on how did he recognize the type of those speedy cars just by looking at it. I guess boys will always be boys. Hahaha.

Celebrating Teacher's Day

It was Teacher's Day and we celebrated Teacher's Day at Timmy's school.
Some mothers were invited to volunteer to teach the kids in the class.
However, we were not allowed to teach the class where our own kids are in.

We taught the kids to make the Flip Book.
The kids were divided into several groups, with 5-6 kids in each group.
We gave them the papers with body shapes, and let them colour and draw it.
Then we staple it together and cut the section of the head and legs, thus enabling them to flip and change the body and leg for the different head that they have created.

Next we taught them to make "Bola Bola Coklat".
We prepared the Marie biscuits for them to crush, then mixed it with sweet caramelized milk,
and shaped them into ball and rolled it onto chocolate ceres.
The fun part was watching the kids so excitedly crushing it, and when it comes to chocolate ceres,
some of the kids grabbed it and put some into their mouth as they make the chocolate balls. hahahaha.

Play Time - Cutting Paper

It was one of those free time at home and we played cutting papers.  

A simple game yet fun, let our imaginations gone wild and cut funny shapes.  

The fun part was the surprises that we got, when we opened the folded paper. :) 

Days with Timmy

It's one of those days with Timmy when things are happy.
I'm writing this post as a reminder to myself, that parenting comes with ups and downs.
Please focus on the ups, not the downs.

This morning, I had an argument with Timmy.
And looking at his cute face here in these photos, serves as a reminder for me....
....that my parenting journey is still ongoing...
....that I constantly need God's help in being the kind of parent that God wants me to be...
....that there are sweet moments with Timmy too, not just the downs....
....that I need to keep going...
....that one day I will miss these days with Timmy, watching him having his shower...

I love you Timmy.

Christmas is Coming

Build and Play

Earlier this month, I played this with Timmy.
We imagined that we are building the track for racing. :)
Timmy made the hurdle and the short cut.

Brmmm.....brmmm.....brrmm....

Christmas Songs

Oh.....these Christmas Songs are just so relaxing.
Thank you Andrea Bocelli. :)
You make my day!

Home-made Bookmark

Christmas is coming! :)
Yay!

With the craft ice-cream sticks, I made these 'snowman and snowlady' bookmark. Hehehe...
I have given the snowman bookmark to a little girl that we met at the dentist.
So, it's the snowlady bookmark that we are using to mark our bedtime story book now. :)

Play Time - Junior Engineer

It's Saturday today and we had a chance to play together. 

Happy! Happy! Happy! 

We took out our toys and assembled lots of things.

Timmy made the cannon, ground tank, base camp, with the slide-able door, air force plane and an old type of navy ship.  

It has been ages since we last played these. 

I'm glad for the fun time we had.

Reality Bites

It just seems like not long ago that I had the experience of being a new mother.
I just realized that Timmy is now in Primary 3.
By July next year, he will be entering Primary 4.
In the next 2 years after that, he will be entering Junior High School.
Teenage years are coming.   Yaiks!   How fast!

I came across this website, which truly reflected  what I experienced during my first year of parenting.
Courtesy and quoted from Incidental Comics.  You can find the link here.






Now the reality bites that in about two years time, Timmy will be entering pre-teenage years.
Aw! So fast! Yaiks!

Talking Back

Still related to the previous post, I want to share my feelings of how I feel right now.
I am feeling very angry right now, when Timmy talk back at me.

This parenting journey is hard......sigh.
On one hand, we should allow the kids to speak up their mind....
On the other hand, sometimes Timmy can be very argumentative that I don't know how to reply him....
Sigh....

Well, in today's case, I did reply him well, and I won the argument.
But still there is this BIG BULKY feeling that is swelling inside me.
I just need to get it out...

Well,  nobody said that parenting is an easy journey...
But a lot of people said that it will be rewarding in the end...

Well....there are lots of ups and downs in this parenting business.
Just now, was one of the down one. :)

Keep smiling!

Parenting

I was reading this post by Dr. Kelly Flanagan, and it strucked my mind.
It's worth reading and I want to share it with you.

I must admit that parenting is not an easy journey.
I often find myself lost in this whole parenting world.

When I was brought up, I was being raised with the image of: "It's rude to talk back at parents."
Even my brother (who doesn't have a kid yet), still thinks so till these days.

This article from Dr. Kelly opened up my mind and gives me a new perspective over things.
So, thank you Dr. K. Flanagan for your nice article. :)

I want to share his article with yo, quoted below.
As it really opened up my mind.

The Reason Every Kid Should Talk Back to Their Parents, by Dr. Kelly Flanagan

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The parent in me wants to squash every little insurrection as quickly as possible. But the psychologist in me is glad when my children say “No.” This is why…

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Sunlight is dawning across the living room floor, and the dollhouse is full of Lego Star Wars action figures. They’re sleeping in beds, sitting on toilets, cooking breakfast, and one rogue Jedi is standing on the roof. On an early autumn morning, my daughter and I play dollhouse as the rest of the household slumbers.

Her older brother wakes up, walks into the room rubbing his eyes clear, and sees his new birthday presents defiled by a dollhouse. A look of horror takes over his face—like his dog is lying dead in the road—and he pushes past us to snatch up his action figures.

I hold out my hand and try to be patient. “Give them to me.”

He looks at me, and his horror becomes an oppositional “No!”

The parent in me feels like a failure because I’m not being respected. The parent in me gets angry because I feel out of control and I’m supposed to be “in charge.” And the human in me feels just plain sad, because the morning just got a whole lot harder.

But the psychologist in me is secretly thrilled he said “No.”

Because the inability to say “No”—the inability to set personal boundaries—is one of the most common, insidious causes of human suffering.

When we can’t say “No,”

we become a sponge for the feelings of everyone around us and we eventually become saturated by the needs of everyone else while our own hearts wilt and die,

we begin to live our lives according to the forceful should of others, rather than the whispered, passionate want of our own hearts,

we let everyone else tell us what story to live and we cease to be the author of our own lives,

we lose our voice—we lose the desire planted in our souls and the very unique way in which we might live out that desire in the world,

we get used by the world instead of being useful in the world,

we give in to the pressure of a friend and we drink and drive and we endanger lives,

we cave in to a persuasive boyfriend and we end up pregnant,

we get taken in by a sales pitch and we bury ourselves in oppressive debt,

we get abused by a boss and end up with long hours at work and a short fuse at home,

we cater to our kids’ every need and we begin to resent their demands and we fantasize about a deserted island in the Caribbean,

we submit to unhealthy partners and they keep drinking or working or gambling or flirting and we end up in the backseat of our own lives.

There is no end to the ways our lives are diminished by our inability to say “No.” And when a client of mine is being wrecked by porous boundaries, I will often ask this question: “How did your parents respond when you said ‘No’ as a child?” And I willalmost always hear this answer: “Oh, you wouldn’t dare say ‘No’ to my parents.”

So, on an early autumn morning, I’m faced with a decision. Do I squash this little rebellion? Raise my voice? Demand that he share? Threaten something? Threaten anything? Or do I take a deep breath and remember the reason it is sometimes good to say “yes” to the word “no:”

Our families are where we first learn how to say “No” in a safe, supportive environment. If we don’t learn to do so there, we won’t learn to do so anywhere. If our children can’t say “No” to us, they won’t say it to anyone.

When my son is offered a bunch of pills or my daughter is offered the backseat of a car, I want my kids to have had a lot of practice at saying “No.” Someday, there will be more at stake than a bunch of Lego action figures and, by then, I want them to know their worth isn’t jeopardized one iota when they don’t give themselves away to everyone around them.

I want them to know their voice matters.

I want them to know they are the author of their own story.

Do children need to learn to set boundaries assertively rather than aggressively? Yes. Do they need to learn the art of compromise? Definitely. Do they need to learn to wisely choose moments of submission? Absolutely.

But all of that learning begins with a “No.”

Because the truth is, you can’t truly say “Yes” until you can say “No.” We need to know we have a choice in life. The freedom to say “No” is the very beginning of our ability to say “Yes.” To ourselves. To life. And to love.

So, on an early autumn morning, I can come down on him, or I can bend down to him. Some days the “parent” in me wins. And I think that’s alright. Sometimes our kids need a parent who won’t bend. But on this particular day I bend, because I figure anyone who looks like his dog just died may have a little more to say.

And what does my “obstinate” son have to say?

“Dad, they’re mine and I get to decide if she can play with them.” As he picks out several of his new action figures to return to his sister.

A kid in charge of his own sharing and giving. A “No” that reminds me it’s good to ask before you take. A “No” that teaches me his heart is young and restless and messy, but also fully of charity. A “No” that lays the foundation for an authentic “Yes.”

Because, in the end, we can’t truly say “Yes” to our own voice and the language of love it is speaking, until we’ve been allowed to say “No” to the voices all around us.

Which is why, more and more, I’m happy to say “Yes” to the word “No.”

Questions: Do you agree with this post? Does it make you uncomfortable? How do you handle it when your kids say “No?” How did your parents handle it? You can leave a comment by clicking here.

Here's one of the comments from the reader that becomes a gentle reminder for me. 

By Athanasia: 
Once they hit 6, we drew up contracts which listed regular household responsibilities and natural consequences. All parties signed it. The kids were given the opportunity to negotiate the contract terms, within reason as appropriate to age. This continued into middle school. From 6 on up, if they said 'no', we were always willing to listen to a reasonable explanation of 'why'. They didn't often get their way, but they learned to discuss, debate, reason and decide. They learned to take responsibility for their actions and make recompense for negative results, be it apologize, repay, or suffer natural consequences.

By Brea: Saying no in anger and frustration is a reaction. When people react out of anger they are not thinking clearly. When my children are reactive, "no" or any other type of outburst is not acceptable. They are encouraged to leave, calm down, get their thoughts together, and then come back and have a conversation. Listening to what my kids say is vital. More often than not, my children will still "get their way", but at that point there is an understanding and respect. My children are encouraged to have a voice and that they will be listened to, even if they are wrong. A lot of time I will question them to get them to think. At the end, even if they stubbornly refuse to let go of their opinion, they leave with a lot more information to process and build upon.




Here's another good article that I came across today, from The New York Times.   
By MADELINE LEVINE
Here's the link.

Raising Successful Children

Lizzy Stewart

By MADELINE LEVINE

Published: August 4, 2012

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PHRASES like “tiger mom” and “helicopter parent” have made their way into everyday language. But does overparenting hurt, or help?

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While parents who are clearly and embarrassingly inappropriate come in for ridicule, many of us find ourselves drawn to the idea that with just a bit more parental elbow grease, we might turn out children with great talents and assured futures. Is there really anything wrong with a kind of “overparenting lite”?

Parental involvement has a long and rich history of being studied. Decades of studies, many of them by Diana Baumrind, a clinical and developmental psychologist at the University of California, Berkeley, have found that the optimal parent is one who is involved and responsive, who sets high expectations but respects her child’s autonomy. These “authoritative parents” appear to hit the sweet spot of parental involvement and generally raise children who do better academically, psychologically and socially than children whose parents are either permissive and less involved, or controlling and more involved. Why is this particular parenting style so successful, and what does it tell us about overparenting?

For one thing, authoritative parents actually help cultivate motivation in their children. Carol Dweck, a social and developmental psychologist at Stanford University, has done research that indicates why authoritative parents raise more motivated, and thus more successful, children.

In a typical experiment, Dr. Dweck takes young children into a room and asks them to solve a simple puzzle. Most do so with little difficulty. But then Dr. Dweck tells some, but not all, of the kids how very bright and capable they are. As it turns out, the children who are not told they’re smart are more motivated to tackle increasingly difficult puzzles. They also exhibit higher levels of confidence and show greater overall progress in puzzle-solving.

This may seem counterintuitive, but praising children’s talents and abilities seems to rattle their confidence. Tackling more difficult puzzles carries the risk of losing one’s status as “smart” and deprives kids of the thrill of choosing to work simply for its own sake, regardless of outcomes. Dr. Dweck’s work aligns nicely with that of Dr. Baumrind, who also found that reasonably supporting a child’s autonomy and limiting interference results in better academic and emotional outcomes.

Their research confirms what I’ve seen in more than 25 years of clinical work, treating children in Marin County, an affluent suburb of San Francisco. The happiest, most successful children have parents who do not do for them what they are capable of doing, or almost capable of doing; and their parents do not do things for them that satisfy their own needs rather than the needs of the child.

The central task of growing up is to develop a sense of self that is autonomous, confident and generally in accord with reality. If you treat your walking toddler as if she can’t walk, you diminish her confidence and distort reality. Ditto nightly “reviews” of homework, repetitive phone calls to “just check if you’re O.K.” and “editing” (read: writing) your child’s college application essay.

Once your child is capable of doing something, congratulate yourself on a job well done and move on. Continued, unnecessary intervention makes your child feel bad about himself (if he’s young) or angry at you (if he’s a teenager).

But isn’t it a parent’s job to help with those things that are just beyond your child’s reach? Why is it overparenting to do for your child what he or she is almost capable of?

Think back to when your toddler learned to walk. She would take a weaving step or two, collapse and immediately look to you for your reaction. You were in thrall to those early attempts and would do everything possible to encourage her to get up again. You certainly didn’t chastise her for failing or utter dire predictions about flipping burgers for the rest of her life if she fell again. You were present, alert and available to guide if necessary. But you didn’t pick her up every time.

You knew she had to get it wrong many times before she could get it right.

HANGING back and allowing children to make mistakes is one of the greatest challenges of parenting. It’s easier when they’re young — tolerating a stumbling toddler is far different from allowing a preteenager to meet her friends at the mall. The potential mistakes carry greater risks, and part of being a parent is minimizing risk for our children.

What kinds of risks should we tolerate? If there’s a predator loose in the neighborhood, your daughter doesn’t get to go to the mall. But under normal circumstances an 11-year-old girl is quite capable of taking care of herself for a few hours in the company of her friends. She may forget a package, overpay for an item or forget that she was supposed to call home at noon. Mastery of the world is an expanding geography for our kids, for toddlers, it’s the backyard; for preteens, the neighborhood, for teens the wider world. But it is in the small daily risks — the taller slide, the bike ride around the block, the invitation extended to a new classmate — that growth takes place. In this gray area of just beyond the comfortable is where resilience is born.

So if children are able to live with mistakes and even failing, why does it drive us crazy? So many parents have said to me, “I can’t stand to see my child unhappy.” If you can’t stand to see your child unhappy, you are in the wrong business. The small challenges that start in infancy (the first whimper that doesn’t bring you running) present the opportunity for “successful failures,” that is, failures your child can live with and grow from. To rush in too quickly, to shield them, to deprive them of those challenges is to deprive them of the tools they will need to handle the inevitable, difficult, challenging and sometimes devastating demands of life.

While doing things for your child unnecessarily or prematurely can reduce motivation and increase dependency, it is the inability to maintain parental boundaries that most damages child development. When we do things for our children out of our own needs rather than theirs, it forces them to circumvent the most critical task of childhood: to develop a robust sense of self.

There is an important distinction between good and bad parental involvement. For example, a young child doesn’t want to sit and do his math homework. Good parents insist on compliance, not because they need their child to be a perfect student but because the child needs to learn the fundamentals of math and develop a good work ethic. Compare this with the parent who spends weeks “helping” his or her child fill out college applications with the clear expectation that if they both work hard enough, a “gotta get into” school is a certainty. (While most of my parent patients have graduated from college, it is always a telltale sign of overparenting when they talk about how “we’re applying to Columbia.”)

In both situations parents are using control, in the first case behavioral (sit down, do your math) and in the second psychological (“we’re applying.”) It is psychological control that carries with it a textbook’s worth of damage to a child’s developing identity. If pushing, direction, motivation and reward always come from the outside, the child never has the opportunity to craft an inside. Having tutors prep your anxious 3-year-old for a preschool interview because all your friends’ children are going to this particular school or pushing your exhausted child to take one more advanced-placement course because it will ensure her spot as class valedictorian is not involved parenting but toxic overparenting aimed at meeting the parents’ need for status or affirmation and not the child’s needs.

So how do parents find the courage to discard the malpractice of overparenting? It’s hard to swim upstream, to resist peer pressure. But we must remember that children thrive best in an environment that is reliable, available, consistent and noninterfering.

A loving parent is warm, willing to set limits and unwilling to breach a child’s psychological boundaries by invoking shame or guilt. Parents must acknowledge their own anxiety. Your job is to know your child well enough to make a good call about whether he can manage a particular situation. Will you stay up worrying? Probably, but the child’s job is to grow, yours is to control your anxiety so it doesn’t get in the way of his reasonable moves toward autonomy.

Parents also have to be clear about their own values. Children watch us closely. If you want your children to be able to stand up for their values, you have to do the same. If you believe that a summer spent reading, taking creek walks and playing is better than a specialized camp, then stick to your guns. Parents also have to make sure their own lives are fulfilling. There is no parent more vulnerable to the excesses of overparenting than an unhappy parent. One of the most important things we do for our children is to present them with a version of adult life that is appealing and worth striving for.

Madeline Levine is a clinician, consultant and the author, most recently, of “Teach Your Children Well: Parenting for Authentic Success.”