The kids just finished their exams yesterday. Off course they were happy. At home, they played with the neighbours until bedtime. This time, I am so happy that I helped them to prepare and go through the final exam. Last year, I felt that i have not been that involved with fatini going through the exams. But she did so well last year. I am sure this time, they will do well, anyway, it doesn't really matter because I feel they they have been responsible enough to go through the revision and so on.
Fatini is 8 years and Emir is approaching 7. They have been progressing well. Fatini is developing her own mind and reinstating her wants and desires more and more these days. I found it to be quite challenging to feel calm in the face of her demands. However, she understands well my reasons even though she could be stubborn sometimes. Emir is now more matured and can play very well with his friends. There's no more episode of hitting and pushing. He has developed the ability to be considerate. He has so many friends at school and plays so well with friends at home.
However, as siblings, they are fighting more and more these days. Fatini is more the bullying partner and Emir is the snaatcher of the two. It is always Emir who ends up crying with no sympathy from the sister. Well, I guess i have to learn how to manage these behaviour soon.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Emir is a handsome boy. He is so charming at his age of 6+ years. I am so proud of him. He could be so adorable. But I had spoilt him in some ways being my youngest baby. He hit his sister occosionally when fighting and seems to be unable to tolerate one of the neighbour friends.
I am worried about his behaviour and now I am quite determined to stop the hitting of the sister and fighting with one of the boys. In school, he didn't seem to have this problem.
I read about how to instill good characters in children. This has been my fault of not being able to instill tolerance and coping with frustration. Who could he depend on to teach him if not on his parents. I have overlooked this matter.
Sometimes, I am too harshed on him and sometimes too lenient. I am not consistent. I need to train him with values that will help him to cope with the world when he grows up. He needs to prepare himself with characters that make him internally strong and with values that make him a good person.
Hitting and yelling a child will not him emotionally as he feels he's being wronged. I need to make him undertsand what, why and how of life and teach him acceptable reasonings and communication. Emir, mummy love you.
I am worried about his behaviour and now I am quite determined to stop the hitting of the sister and fighting with one of the boys. In school, he didn't seem to have this problem.
I read about how to instill good characters in children. This has been my fault of not being able to instill tolerance and coping with frustration. Who could he depend on to teach him if not on his parents. I have overlooked this matter.
Sometimes, I am too harshed on him and sometimes too lenient. I am not consistent. I need to train him with values that will help him to cope with the world when he grows up. He needs to prepare himself with characters that make him internally strong and with values that make him a good person.
Hitting and yelling a child will not him emotionally as he feels he's being wronged. I need to make him undertsand what, why and how of life and teach him acceptable reasonings and communication. Emir, mummy love you.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Health is something that we took for granted until finally it fails us. Health is what we delay until such time it becomes an emergency. I wish I was as healthy as I used to be. I wish I don't have anything to complain about.
But reality has to set in. I have back ache that bothers me on and off. I have shoulder pain in the joint that need physiotherapy. I feel tired and exhausted on certain days.
Maybe it's the food, maybe it's my lifestyle. Maybe it's the thing in the air that I breathe in. Maybe it's the day to day pressure that reaps my energy away.
I decided that I should be healthy and happy. Not to waste my life and time on trivials and irritations. To enjoy life and to laugh. To think positively on everything.
Since it's the new year, what would be a better time than now to rejuvenate my spirits! I have years to live on, insyaallah.
But reality has to set in. I have back ache that bothers me on and off. I have shoulder pain in the joint that need physiotherapy. I feel tired and exhausted on certain days.
Maybe it's the food, maybe it's my lifestyle. Maybe it's the thing in the air that I breathe in. Maybe it's the day to day pressure that reaps my energy away.
I decided that I should be healthy and happy. Not to waste my life and time on trivials and irritations. To enjoy life and to laugh. To think positively on everything.
Since it's the new year, what would be a better time than now to rejuvenate my spirits! I have years to live on, insyaallah.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
In June 2009, exactly 2 and half years ago, I wrote about my father. Today I am writing about him, but this time with tears in my eyes and a heart that's totally broken.
He passed away as peacefully as any man could be on the 14th December 2011. He died an honoured man, much loved by wife, children, relatives and friends. Our house was full with people visiting him for the last time. How I wished he had that many visitors while he was lying sick on the bed.
He had been in and out of the hospital regularly for check ups, so I didn't expect that when we decided to admit him to Pantai hospital two days earlier, it was his last. On admission, the doctor advised that his blood pressure was low and kept on reducing. His heart was weakening.
There was a confusion about relaying this message to us as nobody told us he was dying.
He died at 10.35pm on wednesday, with most family by his side, except me. It was a cold, wet rainy night. I drove all the way praying for him, when finally I reached him I called his name to wake him up and the doctor held me back informing the sad news.
I felt so disappointed I couldn't reach him on time. There he was, my father, lying so still, and I felt like a little girl again, waiting for my father to come and greet me.
Throughout the night, it was difficult to believe he was gone, he looked like he was sleeping. I almost wondered maybe the doctor was wrong!
After the funerals and all, I was crying and thinking, oh my father, oh my father.... there was something in my heart that felt the guilt... have I done all I should as his daughter....I had done so little and he had done so much for me.
I felt why was time so short, or has it flown past so fast I didn't realise I'm getting old and he was going ... what a life on this earth is, except to live a while and raise children and move on.... and what was life for my father except to dedicate his life to his children and then passed on.
Memories are what hurt me the most! I wished I could have the time again, being the growing up girl, enjoying my father's presence, having his indulgent smiles on me, waiting for him, being waited on by him.....
"Ayah, I pray for you, that you have a much better life in the hereafter, that Allah forgive you and bless you and put you in Jannah together with those mukminin and solihin..Amin..."
He passed away as peacefully as any man could be on the 14th December 2011. He died an honoured man, much loved by wife, children, relatives and friends. Our house was full with people visiting him for the last time. How I wished he had that many visitors while he was lying sick on the bed.
He had been in and out of the hospital regularly for check ups, so I didn't expect that when we decided to admit him to Pantai hospital two days earlier, it was his last. On admission, the doctor advised that his blood pressure was low and kept on reducing. His heart was weakening.
There was a confusion about relaying this message to us as nobody told us he was dying.
He died at 10.35pm on wednesday, with most family by his side, except me. It was a cold, wet rainy night. I drove all the way praying for him, when finally I reached him I called his name to wake him up and the doctor held me back informing the sad news.
I felt so disappointed I couldn't reach him on time. There he was, my father, lying so still, and I felt like a little girl again, waiting for my father to come and greet me.
Throughout the night, it was difficult to believe he was gone, he looked like he was sleeping. I almost wondered maybe the doctor was wrong!
After the funerals and all, I was crying and thinking, oh my father, oh my father.... there was something in my heart that felt the guilt... have I done all I should as his daughter....I had done so little and he had done so much for me.
I felt why was time so short, or has it flown past so fast I didn't realise I'm getting old and he was going ... what a life on this earth is, except to live a while and raise children and move on.... and what was life for my father except to dedicate his life to his children and then passed on.
Memories are what hurt me the most! I wished I could have the time again, being the growing up girl, enjoying my father's presence, having his indulgent smiles on me, waiting for him, being waited on by him.....
"Ayah, I pray for you, that you have a much better life in the hereafter, that Allah forgive you and bless you and put you in Jannah together with those mukminin and solihin..Amin..."