Blessed with help and love

When the incident happened, I was lucky on many counts.

  1. The car behind us stopped. There were 2 men and 1 lady who alighted promptly to help X and I. Without them, I would not even know what to do. The car horn went on and on, like someone pressed on it infinitely. It was a blur for me because Mr H was at a school camp with Z and I did not know the right number to call. These lovely folks helped to calm me down, looked after X and even got a toolkit to disconnect the car battery just so that the horn stopped. They stayed with me under the hot afternoon sun and helped as much as they could.
  2. Another car drove by and this lovely lady passed us an ice-cold bag of bottled mineral water.
  3. Mr H got back to the school and headed over to take over the situation.
  4. My in-laws drove down to where we were and sent workshop assistance ahead of their arrival.
  5. My friends drove over to offer assistance and some also advised us on what to do.
  6. Our X-rays showed that we were fine. I would have been devastated if anything were to happen to little X.
  7. To have awesome neighbors who could help us to send both kids to school till we sort out our current arrangements…

These were among many things to be thankful for… like the car not exploding in our face with all that smoking and burning smell!

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Progress of Z’s tennis class

You know how we as parents would always soften the blow when the kids don’t win. In soccer’s context, if the kids lose a game, they feel bad and we will go, “It’s alright. You have tried your best. That’s all that matters.” 

We say that because it’s a kind thing to say. We say that because we don’t want the kids to feel bad or worse, scarred emotionally for life. 

However, that also means that the kids don’t feel the pressure or urgency of numbers. At least in our case, I know Z is oblivious to game scores but when it comes to sudden death, I have seen him having difficulty in coping. He was stressed and unable to play normally.

The best lesson from his tennis coach is now how he teaches the strokes but how he gets him to feel comfortable with scores. He plays little games like poison ball (for footwork) and challenges Z to score 10 points. If he defaults, the coach gets the point.

During one of these mini games, the score was 6-2, 7-2, 8-2, 9-2 against Z. Even though it was not in Z’s favour, the coach said, “Believe in yourself. Anything can happen.”

Then the game became to reverse 9-3, 9-4 and all the way to 9-10.

I could see the coach helping him but above all, I was impressed with the lesson. 

2017 Father and Son camp

It was the first time that Z joined this camp. Mr H was not keen last year because he thought they had to stay over at Pulau Ubin.  Based on the pictures, it looked both hot and fun. They had so many activities that I thought the program seemed well-planned.

At the end of the 2D1N camp, he was very sad that it ended and wanted to cry. That was my very sensitive and emotional boy. No matter how old he grew, he was always tender-hearted. 

There were Father-Son telematches, cooking in mess tins, long walks, science experiments, blindfold walks, nerf gun wars and even a group Soccer match. The only downside were the daddies finding it hard to sleep and the food was not up to their expectations. 

X passed his first swim test 

Although a very unfortunate thing happened, it was easier on the mind to focus on what went well. This was so that I would not be consumed by the traumatic experience.

Despite the accident, X went for his 7th swim class. He was supposed to take his test at the 10th class but we were going to miss it. Hence, we were supposed to take the test at the 8th lesson.

I thought X seemed ready so I requested for an early test at the 7th lesson. He did beautifully and was promoted to learning backstroke immediately. I was pretty proud of the boy, especially this being his first official swim term. 

My silver lining in a sea of troubles. 

Eventful day

It was more than eventful. 

No words could really describe the sinking feeling in the stomach. As the dust settled, the rattled nerves eased off, the realisation hit. The feeling sucked.

This was probably not the right platform to talk about what I thought happened or to speculate what happened. The key was I knew I had lots to be thankful about.

That I met with really good and helpful strangers.

That family was there.

That friends also tried to help where they could. 

That our X rays turned out fine.

That I had much to learn about forgiveness. 

That apart from some aches, we were still well, alive and kicking.

Thank you for this blessed life and the love that surrounded us. 

Upcoming holiday 

According to my usual style, we would have packed our luggages weeks before the trip. This time round, we were less than ready. Perhaps it was a summer holiday, or that we were going to the land of shopping. 

With us jumping on the bandwagon of essential oils, they had joined the foray of the medication pouch.

Here’s my travel checklist:

For health:

1. Chinese tonics

2. Children and adult medicines for flu, fever, cough and stomach pains 

3. Travel sized Manuka honey 

4. Essential oils and spray 
For electronic use:

1. SD cards (clear memory)

2. Camera 

3. Travel adapters 

4. Charging cables and chargers 

5. iPad

6. Selfie stick 

7. Audio jack adapter 
Other items:

1. Passports 

2. Printed bookings

3. Books, Assessment Books & pencils 

4. Hand cream 

5. Local currency

6. Foreign currency (in small notes)

Boy with grit 

At 4 years and 4 months’ old, X impressed me with his grit and determination. He was very driven when he wanted to achieve something.

The little boy benchmarked his elder brother and wanted to join Z in his competitive training. 

Z had always been such a sweet boy without a sense of competition. X was on the other spectrum. Their personalities really took after their parents. 

I was quite happy to finally have someone on my camp but I wondered if I had jinxed myself too. 

Well, even if it was a fleeting moment, I shall enjoy having a mini-me.