Don’t look back to the past
Just look to the future ahead you..
Every now and then, I always look back to the past..
The good ones..
Just for the nice feeling you’ll get inside..
The bad ones..
To evaluate..
What could I have done better
What could I have avoided
Not for regreting it..
But to learn from it..
Don’t get to carried away by it..
Don’t get distracted by it..
Just take a good glimpse..
And move forward..
Maybe I’m just being a mommy..
But simple things..
When it involves my boys..
just gets to me..
Easily..
Proud..
That’s for sure..
Overwhelmed..
Sometimes happens..
And I’m feeling this,
Just because I’d been taking my boys report books for 2 days..
and talking to their teacher about them..
Not all good things..not so good things as well..
but for me..
I just love to watch them grow..
even the most little improvement is good..
Can you imagine, how I feel..
If they achieve something great..
LOL..
How silly is that..
It’s soooo a mommy’s thing..
Their cruel..
I remember my days back then as a kid..
I’m this overweight, not that smart, not that pretty girl..
Girls talk behind your back..
Boys shout it out at their friends all around you..
Horrible..
But maybe, since a kid I have always been able to block my emotion..my feeling..
Not ignorant..
because, deep down inside..it hurts..
but, from the outside..
It looked as if I didn’t care..
It’s just the way it is..I guess.
Rizqi, my oldest, 11 years old, have always had problems about this..
The difference from me is..
Rizqi is such an emotional person..
He blows up..erupts for exact.. whenever he hits this..
And those kids..will just looove when this happens..and do even worse..
He’ll shout, cries of frustration, and the worst time was when he took down the kid..punched him..
But more than that..
He’s a smart, well manered, well behave kid..
And that even make things worse..
Because I’ve always felt that it’s just the way it is..
I have never tried to change the situation..
And that’s the thought that I’m passing to my kids..
There will always be people like that..
There always have been..and there always will be..
Even when you get older..it’ll be the same..or worse..
You can’t control it..
What you can do is..
Do the right thing!
Ignore them first..
Stand up for yourself..but don’t lower yourself to their level..
Just be cool..
The talk with him ended nicely..
Everyone shared similar stories and how they handled them..
Me, my husband, Raihan my second son, 7 years old..and even my 4 years old twins, Tama and Dika..
So, it made it clearer that he wasn’t the problem..
that everyone had experienced similar stories..
It takes time to change the world..
I’ll just have to prepare my kids to face it..for now
GREAT FAMILY TIME!!
What they’re interested in..
My first son, Rizqi, he’s 11, loves to follow instructions and explore..
That’s why, his favourites are
Lego..because he can follow the instruction step by step..
but then, he can take it apart again and make different things..
you can modified it, combine it with other lego..
Browsing the internet..because he can explore whatever he wants to find anything that he wanted to know.
Mathematics..because it involves exploring as well to get the answer.
Raihan, my second son, he’s 7, loves interacting with others
That’s why, his favourites are..
Playing with other kids..tag, hide and seek, and others
he’s got more friends compare to all his brothers’ put in together..
Even the twins, they’re 4, are different one from the other..
Tama, he’s a little bit like Rizqi, serious when doing things..
He’s good in competing..
anything that involves racing..
He’s good in his fine motoric..
he’s fantastic in drawing..
Dika, he’s into performing..
He loves to sing, move his body..
He loves to wear costumes and do roleplays..
his favourite character changes from time to time..
But his favourites are Spiderman (he knows Peter Parker story and
all) and Wolverine (he insist to collect his figurine..and still dreaming of the wolverine arm thingy..)
He’s also into the stories behind it..
He loves to listen to stories..
his favourite now is Peter Pan..
but any stories will do..
It’s always fun to know
all of them are different..
yet all, very interesting..
Though off course they have something in common..
That runs in the blood..
Reading and drawing..
And I’m really into things that my sons are into..
So, having 4 sons with different interest are a bit confusing..yet fun..
2. Pull their blankets..
3. Open the curtains and windows.
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4. Greet them..Morniiiing Boooysss!!
5. Encourage them..
Are you ready for your school project today!! (which he’s been waiting for a couple of days now..)
or..
Don’t forget to bring your soccer uniform..today’s soccer day!! (he loves soccer..)
or simpler things for my twins..
Who’s number 1 to wake up!!
Who’s sitting up front in the car today!!
*up until all this effort, usually 1 out of 4, will wake up..*
6. Kiss them..
7. Tickle them..
*1 more will wake up..2 up 2 to go..*
8. Warnings!!
We’re gonna be late!!
We’re gonna be caught in traffic!!
*The third will wake up..last one..*
9. Last attempt..Promises..
After school, who wants to go to the minimarket to buy some candies..
Let’s look out for that new magazine after school.
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*Finally..all of them are up…
Next..make them to take their bath, eat breakfast, get into the car,……..and still a long list to go*
So, it’s time for girls evening out!!
Turns out,
wanting to get together with old friends
Needed more effort than I thought it would..
1. I forgot that that day I have to input my students score to the computer at the office..
2. Just right before I was leaving to the office, my principal called and told me that one of my student’s mom wanted to talk to me..
3. So, as soon as I arrived at the office, I called her..and it was a looooong one way talk..
4. Finished being shout at, I still gotta input the scores..
5.Leaving all the commotion at the office, on my way to Senayan City, I missed a turn..
6. And my rareness driving at night, made me missed another turn..
7. *Can’t give anymore excuses..because at this point I just felt damn stupid..* I missed the third turn JUST going to Senayan City..
8. So, just imagine how further away I’d got carried away from Senci..and to made it more perfect..my gas indicator starts to turn red..GREAT!
9. Finally, there they were, my dear friends..and the moment we spent together was priceless..
*Although it was a relatively short moment..caused by my unfortunate journey to get there.. plus, we hadn’t met for quite some time..so we couldn’t catch up with all our stories..haha*
Still, spending time with best friends just can’t go wrong..love them!!
*Even though all the others before that went all wrong..hihi*
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10. Oops..forgot this last embarassing time..
Because I had to fill up my gas, I went to a different way than my usual..
and..OK..I think you can guess what happened next..
Yes, I got lost again!!!!!!!
Oh, well..my husband had a nice laugh that night listening to my story..
I’m this type of friend:
1. I’m fun!! Whenever they want to have fun, count me in!!
2. I’ll do everthing that I can, when I think it’s the right thing to do, if they ask for it..
3. I don’t meddle up with anyone business..unless they ask me to..
4. I don’t judge..they’re free to do anything that they like and I won’t mind..but don’t expect me to join if I don’t feel to..
5. They’re my priority after my family, and my work..Most of the time, if it’s possible, I’ll juggle them..
I’ll know right away, who’ll click with me..
And if I know they won’t, I won’t get close..
or someone will get hurt sooner or later..
Problems come when they think they’re close with me..
and expects me to do stuffs that they consider what friends should do to each other..
which most of time is stuffs that I don’t do..
and friends of mine will know right away that I don’t do such things..
those are the ones who will last forever..
Thanks guys!! for sticking up with me all this time..
and my apologies for the ones those I hurt along the way unintentionally or not..
