All About Your Child

I’ve been really busy for the longest time…for months I would say, which inspired me to write the Momentum post ~ a pact made with myself.

I love being busy like a bee. It gives me energy (sound ironic), it perks me up, it pushes me out of bed…yesterday was a day to drop all things, to relax and to celebrate.

I’ve made my very first fund transfer from my paypal account to my pocket. An account that shows my reward for the work I put into this blog. A bonus on top of being able to make friends through the virtual world. An extra gift apart from being able to record the bits and pieces of my passion in life ~ Children. A symbol of how many people loved this little corner of mine. I want to Thank all of you. Without your visits, this would not be possible. *Bow* Thank you dear friends!

There are 2 secret angels behind the scenes too. My dear friend Klenn and my sister Angela. To start a blog as a computer-idiot is like a swimming against the current. Without them I wouldn’t have overcome the obstacles that kept coming in the beginning and every now and then too. Thank you Klenn and Meimei.

All of these would not be possible too without my boys, who helped me decide on the theme of this blog. And not forgetting the support from my Dearie. He has been supportive from the beginning till this very day. There was never once he complained that I spend too much time blogging or visiting all of YOU in your spaces. Thank you to the 3 men in my life!

In order to show my appreciation to the 3 men, I gave them what they love. Allan love Tony Romas, Keatkeat love to see Toys and Binbin love to Feed Fishes. To satisfy all their desires, I brought them to Suntec City where they get to do all that they want. *wink*

Actually there is one more person…*Patting my own shoulders* ME!!! *laugh*

I rewarded myself with something I’ve missed drinking ever since I left my Polytechnic Days ~ Long Island Tea. *smile* Its been a decade my tongue last tasted the smoothness of it. Though I still prefer those served in the pubs, well, its better than not having. *wink*

Have a great weekend Everyone!!!! I’m loving mine so far….

Its the 4th day since school re-opens. Some children have stopped crying. Others continued. Kids who didn’t cry previously started to cry today.

Desperation on the parents’ faces of children who haven’t been cooperative since day one were obvious.

Some have chosen another candidate to bring the child to school, while hiding behind the pillar and hoping for miracles.

Rewards were withdrawn and coaxing words have changed to threatening sentences:

“STOP CRYING or I’ll cane you”

“Don’t force me to beat you in front of everyone here. Stop Crying!”

“You are a disgrace! Look! Other children are not crying…”

“Stop crying RIGHT NOW or you’ll ‘get-it-from-me’ when you go home later!”

“Stop these nonsense (kicking and screaming) now, or I’ll LEAVE YOU HERE!”

“If you continue to cry, the teacher will lock you in the toilet!”

HUH???!! Horrible words were already so piercing to my ears. Can you imagine what is going through the little ones’ minds?! As if it wasn’t bad enough, even the Teacher has became the ‘bad’ guy. If I’m the kid, I’ll rather get the cane than to leave me in that classroom with a Monster!

Oh parents, I know your patience have exhausted but please… watch your words…your little one would think that you do not love them anymore….

Too bad, the teacher was too busy with another yelling kid, whose parent had  ‘ran’ away after ‘pushing’ the kid to the teacher; I’m so interested to see her reaction to that ‘accusation’….

I love what Mdm Normah did when Keatkeat started his preschool life 3 years back. She asked me to join my crying son into the class, till he was emotionally stable or when he was too engrossed with the story-telling session; before I ‘sneaked’ out.

For Binbin’s class, some parents just stayed in even though its obvious on the teacher’s face that she would rather handle the crying children then to have the parents in class….

hmmm…..

I truly appreciate the school’s idea of having an hour for the first week. Tomorrow will be the last day for the 1hour class. *Deep Breath* I can’t imagine what would happen next week, when the crying kids have to stay in for 3 hours….

…what will be, will be….