Every Parents want the best for their child. But "To Give The Best For Ones Child" could be a very subjective statement. How could we really define what is really best for our child? Top education? Good behavior? Good habits?
Many parents I know are extremely concerned about their child’s academic development and behavior. Now's a day, some parents whose children is only 2 years old are expecting them to know the letters of the alphabet and read simple words. Others want their child to have perfect manners—not interrupt adults, sit still for longer periods of time, etc. I am not saying whether it's right or wrong to have a certain standard for your kids, like I mention above, every parents only hope for the best out from their kids.... (and our little Gracia is 2 and knows her ABC song, but only because she really enjoy it)
What I trying to say is our expectation and hope for the best for our kids should not overwrite their ability, their passion, their likes and dislike etc.... and become over controlling into their life.
Mr Widjaja, 21, a final-year electrical and electronic engineering student at NTU, fell four storeys to his death at about 10.30am on Mar 2. A text file was titled 'last words' and was found in the laptop belonging to him. In it, the writer lashed out at his family - in particular, his mother. He described her as controlling. And this irked him so much that if his parents were to die, he probably would not cry. He then went on to say that he had had enough of his 'miserable life', having lived most of it 'in sorrow and suffering'.
This is what he wrote
'I live in a not normal family. My mother likes to control everything in my life (and also my brother and father),' he wrote.
'But even now, she still treats me as a child and somehow that irritates me.'
The writer described his father as a 'very kind person' who never complained or blamed others although their financial situation was not good.
'But too bad my mother often pressurises him, which often causes quarrel between them,' he wrote.
'Do you know how it feels to watch your own family shouting at each other almost every day when you were still a child?'
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A parents' concern about their children's future success can sometimes be a bit unrealistic. These may be well-meaning people who become anxious about their children having successful adult lives. Does the shaky state of our economy increase parents' anxieties about their kids' futures? Whatever the reason, something like the David Widjaja case for instance should let us think twice.
As For me, the present of my daughter is really good enough. Believe it or not, I really have no expectation whatsoever from her, though if she will do good and perform well in life, that will be a great bonus... but most importantly, i only want to love her and hope she love me as much. Below is a poem i like to share with all parents in the world
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Monday, June 22, 2009
The Best For Your Child???
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Parenting N Family Affiar
Friday, June 19, 2009
Gracia Singing A to Z
Our little Gracia has always love singing and dancing... and she is going to present you ABC song from A to Z...
I suggest you turn off the volume for my mp3 player on
the bottom to avoid interruption before you play the video.
She can also fully recite Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Will find a chance to record post it to share...
I suggest you turn off the volume for my mp3 player on
the bottom to avoid interruption before you play the video.
She can also fully recite Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Will find a chance to record post it to share...
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Video
Friday, June 5, 2009
Gracia is two!
My little Gracia is two!
I’m happy that she constantly challenges herself to do better, get bigger, and learn more. I am happy she's growing physically and emotionally healthy. But I am sad that childhood is fleeting, and I’m sad that she won’t understand just how short it is until it’s too late. I’m sad because it feels like she was a teeny infant last week, and she turns two years old today. I’m sad that the days go by too quickly no matter how much I treasure each one.
I am proud of the person she is. She’s crazy smart and kind and sweet and sensitive. She loves to sing and color and dance. She sings the ABCs and counts 1-2-3 and more. She’s enthusiastic and affectionate and tenacious and curious.
I’m not so proud when she throw her tantrum on public and colors on my walls. I’m also not so proud that she do not want to share her seat with other inside my van(but she's learning to share).
I adore that she is daddy’s little girl and that she wants me to hold her, love her, soothe her, and protect her. (I like to ask her: "who will protect you?" And is joy to hear her reply: "Daddy protect me".) I adore that she copies everything I do and everything I say. I adore that she offers me a sip of her drink and a bite of her food, and always say hello to our neighbour. I adore that she paint the color of her world for me in the same way I’ve always paint mine for her.
I detest her decaying tooth and her involuntary to brush her teeth. But I love how her soft silky hair that has always made my photograph on her look so pro.
We(me and my wife) can't think of anything else in this world that I love to see more than her little grin and her sparkling eyes, nothing I love to feel more than her little fingers wrapper around mine, and no sound sweeter to my ears than her raucous laughter.
Happy Birthday, Little Gracia! We are happy to see you grow but so is the pain to know one day we have to let you go.... You'll always have a special place in daddy's and mummy's heart till the end of heaven.
I’m happy that she constantly challenges herself to do better, get bigger, and learn more. I am happy she's growing physically and emotionally healthy. But I am sad that childhood is fleeting, and I’m sad that she won’t understand just how short it is until it’s too late. I’m sad because it feels like she was a teeny infant last week, and she turns two years old today. I’m sad that the days go by too quickly no matter how much I treasure each one.
I am proud of the person she is. She’s crazy smart and kind and sweet and sensitive. She loves to sing and color and dance. She sings the ABCs and counts 1-2-3 and more. She’s enthusiastic and affectionate and tenacious and curious.
I’m not so proud when she throw her tantrum on public and colors on my walls. I’m also not so proud that she do not want to share her seat with other inside my van(but she's learning to share).
I adore that she is daddy’s little girl and that she wants me to hold her, love her, soothe her, and protect her. (I like to ask her: "who will protect you?" And is joy to hear her reply: "Daddy protect me".) I adore that she copies everything I do and everything I say. I adore that she offers me a sip of her drink and a bite of her food, and always say hello to our neighbour. I adore that she paint the color of her world for me in the same way I’ve always paint mine for her.
I detest her decaying tooth and her involuntary to brush her teeth. But I love how her soft silky hair that has always made my photograph on her look so pro.
We(me and my wife) can't think of anything else in this world that I love to see more than her little grin and her sparkling eyes, nothing I love to feel more than her little fingers wrapper around mine, and no sound sweeter to my ears than her raucous laughter.
Happy Birthday, Little Gracia! We are happy to see you grow but so is the pain to know one day we have to let you go.... You'll always have a special place in daddy's and mummy's heart till the end of heaven.
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