Please Don’t Help My Kids…

Today my son got a new toy (shhh… don’t tell my husband…).

So when we got home to Grandma’s house, he wanted to open it. i said, “Sure.” He set about happily opening it. But got kinda stuck at the last part. Grandma wanted to help him but i told her he can manage. And he did after a bit more struggle.

That was a very very tiny event. But it reminded me of this article: Please Don’t Help My Kids – Kate Bassford Baker’s Blog – Alameda, CA Patch.

Click on image to find out more about it… i think it’s a great art piece… reaching for the sky…

i completely agree with her. Kids need to learn that they have the ability to do whatever it is they need or want to get done. They just have to push themselves just that little bit harder, try again.

That has always been the spirit which we try to instill in our little guy (not so little anymore, i have to constantly remind myself).

We don’t buy every toy he wants. He saves his own money and buys some of his toys himself. (Doting grandparents buy a fair bit of his toys, we don’t.) Or i would wait till he has shown wonderfully good behaviour and surprise him by telling him he can get a toy or i would pay for half an expensive toy for him. We want him to learn the value of money as well as patience and to have the ability to save for later (delayed gratification).

We encourage him to try to do everything he can himself. We do very little for him these days (he is after all 9 already). We have always nudge him to try new things. We want him to not be afraid and to dive into life, loving what it has to offer.

We don’t fuss over every fall or cut he has. We check it, ask if he is alright and get him to carry on. We have always tried not to baby him and to allow him to fall and pick himself up.

We try to get him to solve issues with his friends himself, only offering advice as to possible solutions when he asks. Same with difficult homework.

All because we…

…want (him) to know the exhilaration of overcoming fear and doubt and achieving a hard-won success. 

…want (him) to believe in (his) own abilities and be confident and determined in (his) actions. 

…want (him) to accept (his) limitations until (he) can figure out a way past them on (his) own significant power.

…want (him) to feel capable of making (his) own decisions, developing (his) own skills, taking (his) own risks, and coping with (his) own feelings…

It is not the easiest thing to do as a parent because the first thing i wanna do is to rush over and protect him, keep him safe from all the hurts and bad things. But i will not always be there so i need to help equip him to deal with the mountains he might face.

Is this what they call “Tough Love”? Maybe. But i have seen too many kids who have grown up with a sense of entitlement, a sense of the ‘world-owes-me’ to not be tough for the sake of my little guy and his future.

syc

Talking About Ideas…

Idea
Idea (Photo credit: marlenekzio)

As i am on my holiday, i thought i would share you with yet another writing article which i had enjoyed reading.

The stuff that IDEAS are made of « Short of Stories.

i would like to add to the second point made in that article:

2. Harvesting in the real world…

i love this way of getting ideas – be it for a story or a play. The one way of harvesting in the real world i enjoy most is people-watching. i like sitting somewhere (on a bus/train, at a cafe/restaurant, at a park/playground etc…) and watch people go by. i watch their actions, observe the way they dress and carry themselves, notice their little quirks as they interact with others around them. i imagine what their lives might be like; who they are, why they are there, what has made them react that way and suddenly you have a story 😉

Of course, sometimes it is not very interesting, others times it is hilarious!

So give it a try!

Oh, do remember to have some way of taking notes. There have been times when i see an interesting character and dream up a fascinating story but have no way to record it, then i find i have forgotten most of it by the time i get to some paper and a pen.

syc

Dear Photograph…

i came across this website: Dear Photograph quite a while back and loved the idea immediately and told myself i should do this. Take an old photo of a place and go to that place now to match it up and take a new photo; remembering the past with the present.

Unfortunately, my birth/home country of Singapore moves so fast and changes so much in a short time, it is quite difficult to find an old photo of me and my family, or a place we have been to, which still sort of matches up today.

This is Singapore's Skyline when i was growing up. Credit: GolferToAxis on Photobucket
This is Singapore’s Skyline when i was growing up. Credit: GolferToAxis on Photobucket

While progress may be a good thing in some aspects, i miss the Singapore i grew up it; it is disappearing so fast. This year we have made efforts to try to show our son where we used to go to school. However, only my husband’s primary and secondary school still stands today. My own primary school and secondary has been torn down and rebuilt or moved.

Singapore's Skyline of the same area today. Credit: Wikipedia, Tourism in Singapore
Singapore’s Skyline of the same area today. Credit: Wikipedia, Tourism in Singapore

Not just the physical buildings have changed but schooling itself has changed too. Demands on kids are so high now, extra lessons are the norm. In my school years, you get extra lessons only if you needed help in a subject and your parents had to hire a private tutor for it. Now, schools provide not just help but even supplementary classes so you can learn extra stuff.

Many other things have changed too. It is difficult to find the old eating places our parents used to bring us to. The friendly neighbourhood spirit seems less now. Public transport is so overcrowded. People notice the people around them less; all absorbed in their digital devices.

i miss the Singapore i grew up in. It was noisy, not so clean and less advanced BUT it was warm, friendlier and comfortable. Maybe i’m biased.

i have, but memories to hold onto…

What are your memories of your growing up days?

syc