Life has been pretty much a roller-coaster ride this past year, with a whole lot of changes in our family lifestyle and schedules. For one, Daryl started school this year, and Dottieshop began to take off. Then, there have also been changes in the ministry I serve in in church, and the start of swimming lessons for the boys and drum lessons for David. Some days are a mad rush of appointments and tasks, while other days are languid and leisurely enough for me to just sit and reflect. (I’d like more of the latter kind, please!)
About a year after I got married, I ran into an ex-churchmate at a shopping mall. He happened to come into the same restaurant that we were dining in, and since there weren’t many seats around, he asked if he could join us. Sure, I said.
It was not a long dinner by far, but 20 minutes was all it took. To cut a long story short, we had started by catching up on what we were doing for a living, since we had not seen each other for some 8-10 years, and his words, which he delivered in a jovial manner, shook me to the point that I was seething inside.
After a whirlwind few weeks of events, workshops and meet-ups with various ones, I was thankful for a relaxing evening out with my girlfriend E last night. And what better show to catch than WICKED, a story that revolves around the lives of two women who are as different as chalk and cheese, and whose journeys are inextricably linked – for good.
As a multiple award-winning Broadway musical phenomenon, WICKED tells the story of an unlikely but profound friendship between two girls, golden-haired Glinda and social outcast green-skinned Elphaba. The girls first meet as sorcery students at Shiz University in their youth. From there, due to a series of (un)fortunate events, their lives take very different paths, eventually leading them to fulfil their destinies as Glinda the Good and the Wicked Witch of the West. But lest you be lulled into thinking that this is just a feel-good show about Good triumphing over Evil, you should know that that’s not the case. In fact, WICKED reminds us, in most poignant and heartfelt fashion, that things are often not what they seem…
Until recently, party prep for the boys’ birthdays have typically begun a few months in advance. Partly because I like spreading all the DIYs out so it’s not hurried, and partly because I’m always itching to plan the next one. This year, however, with the recent spate of Dottieshop workshops, it has been challenging to find time to do things at a leisurely pace. So I decided to enlist the boy’s help in planning this year’s party, and the then-almost-6yo boldly declared that he would be in charge of everything and tell me what to do.
Just like that, you turn six. Six beautiful, heart-stopping, breath-taking years with you. Six years of tears and trials and smiles and laughter and courage and faith. Six years of motherhood – mothering you. Six years of seeing you bloom and grow and fall and try again.
One of my concerns about David beginning Primary 1 next year was how he was going to lug his books to school. You see, both our boys are on the short side, and the average P1 kid seems to lug at least half his weight to school these days.
Worried that he might hurt his back muscles or develop bad posture by walking around with such a heavy load, I began scouting around for an ergonomic backpack for David a few weeks ago. That’s how I discovered Ergoworks, and I wrote in to ask if they would have something suitable for my son’s small size. They replied very quickly, and we made a trip down to the Ergoworks showroom about two weeks ago. And so, David is now the proud new owner of an IMPACT Ergonomic School Bag!
It’s been well over a year since the boy stopped learning piano. For those who haven’t been following this blog for long, here’s the summary of events:
Two years ago, Boy announced he wanted to learn piano | Boy began private piano lessons with mummy’s friend | Boy realised playing the piano is not as easy as it looks | Mummy realised driving across the island with two noisy boys in the backseat during peak hour traffic once a week is headache-inducing and blood-pressure raising | Boy was very restless in class | Boy wasn’t keen to continue with piano lessons | Neither was Mummy | Mummy didn’t want to force boy to learn music, because she believes that the best musicians love their art, and that love can’t be manufactured through discipline | But Mummy nevertheless wanted Boy to understand the value of hard work and perserverance | Boy stopped formal piano lessons | Mummy decided to continue teaching Boy herself until the beginners music book was finished | Many tears of frustration and hi-fives later, it was done | No talk of music lessons until late last year when the family caught a band’s performance at the Esplanade | Since March this year, Boy began asking for drum lessons | Daddy and Mummy decided to wait this time and see if it was a passing interest | Six months later, David begins drum lessons proper
Phew, that was a longer summary than I expected! 😉
The littlest had a blast this September hols with his first ever camp – and not just any camp, mind you, but an out-of-this-world Astronaut Training Camp by The Little Executive! Three mornings of space cadet training at base camp for these feisty young recruits, and from the joy on Daryl’s face every morning when he heard was going to “Astro Camp” again, it’s clear that he had a wonderful, great adventure.
As with the past two school holidays, we signed David up for another Art Camp at Artify Studio this week. In March, he had a rawr-some time among the leaves; the month of June saw him boogie-ing in the jungle; this time round, he had a hoot of a time painting two one-of-a-kind pieces that he declares shall “go on my bedroom wall”. (Which happens to be chock-full of pieces at the moment. Apparently mummy needs to do some interior re-organising soon…)
Over this past year, I have witnessed our older boy going through some major emotional transitions. Perhaps it’s something to do with being six, or perhaps it’s because we are talking to him more about what primary school will be like now, or perhaps it’s the fact that he’s just beginning to become aware of the many layers of people and society around him…
The past few months have seen us discussing topics like faith, death, what heaven and hell are like, why people (including us) are mean sometimes, friendship, jealousy, loyalty and (even) marriage. I was grossly unprepared for most of these conversations – I mean, seriously, these little people… their minds flit from one topic to another so seemingly (but not really) randomly and instantly, it’s hard to keep up! I feel like I could definitely have said things better on many occasions. Still, we live and we learn eh, and I can definitely say I’m learning a lot from these unexpected conversations with my son.