“Life is not
always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.” Jack London
What will I remember, which is the most wonderful and thrilled before schooling?
I’ve been
told more than once that I need to get into an elite music class not a general study class if I start my private
elementary school at the age of six. It’s said that is the best for me, but I
have to take the entrance exam. I am six this May.
I really
wish I could be put in a lower stream than I
should be. A general class is good enough for me.
My mother took me to two classes, to learn drawing since I was three years old and play piano at the age of four once a week. I kind of like the drawing class because I don’t have to practice it everyday.
I’m supposed
to practice the piece of music for at least 20 minutes a day, which I learn
every Saturday. My teacher and my mother, who accompanies with me every time,
will find out if I practice well on the following Saturday. If I play okay, that
means I do as required. My mother would be happy and give me a small but
great treat for sure. I can tell not only me but my mother too, pleasing in manner
of kind of triumph. If I don’t do as good as other classmates, my mother doesn’t utter a word but takes me home directly. She'll stare at me and say “I don’t set rules you can’t
follow. Don’t let it flow in one ear and out the other. After you do what you need to
do, you can do whatever you want to.” I should I know.
One of my classmates at the kindergarten told me that she felt tired every weeknight because she had to learn different things which she was not interested in at all. Her mother gives her a very strict and tight schedule and she can’t complain about it. Her mother always reminds her of what she’s doing is good for her. She told me too that her mother didn’t ever regret giving up work to be a full-time parent, but she wished her mother hadn’t done that for her sake.
Once she
asked me how it would feel to be a rule breaker. She knew I didn’t follow all the rules
my mother told me. I lost my tongue. I didn’t tell her I might hurt my mother’s
feeling when I disappoint her.
Comparing
what happens to her, I’m still lucky. I prefer doing nothing to learning things
new. I also don’t know why the future is more important than the present. Of
course, I don’t question this but keep it in my mind.
My parents don’t
wait in the car at pickup like other parents or talk to the teacher to find out what has
been going on at school. They are not parents who could volunteer for every school event
either. But, somehow I find my mother has been kept in the loop. It’s true
that I need my parents’ full attention and endless love, but not those which my
teacher might meddle about. For example, I
don’t take a nap during the lunch break.
It is really
boring to lie down for more than an hour because I don’t feel sleepy at all, so
I talk to myself or play with my fingers covered by my sleeping bag on the
floor. Now, I try to make no sound with my eyes wide open and lie still like a small tree without being disturbed by winds.
My parents
told me several times that they want to make me have a wonderful life, so they
need to overwork sometimes on weekends. I think I don’t like to have more money
to spend as they hope to, but I wish I could go out with both of them on
weekends like some of my classmates. I’m envious of it that how happy they are
when they go with their parents on vacation.
My paternal grandpa moved in a year ago, which has made life way too hard for my worn-out parents. Before he moved in with us, one night my parents thought I was out of earshot and discussed how to arrange my grandpa. I remembered my mother argued with my father about how my father made things more difficult for both of them to deal with.
They talked about what needed to be done. My father and my uncle took turns to
look after their father – one month here and one month staying with my uncle,
because he couldn’t live on his own any more. My mother sobbed and my father
comforted her, who earns his trust to be a good daughter-in-law.
Usually my father holds me up and puts me in the back seat, and grins happily at me if he drives me out. It seems an adventure we’re going to explore and I really like the feeling to be with him. But, somehow I figure out, even though I am not observant of what has been going on in fact, that there must be something big and serious which has happened to one of my parents or both recently.
It was a while ago
when my father took me to pick up my mother after work. On that night, he held my
hand absent-mindedly, walked me to the car, opened the door to let me get into the
seat, and tugged on the seat belt for me. He was unusually quietly to adjust
his seat and the rearview mirror, and check the wing mirrors.
He didn’t hum one of his favorite songs while he was driving in light traffic.
What happened actually I did
not know and I don’t think they’d tell me, so I keep quiet. Since then, my parents
stop taking me to the theaters, but we still watch movies at home. I don’t complain
if I can be with both of them or one of them to do even boring things.
I should act like
a docile kid I understand. But, sometimes I forget about it and insist to get what I want
to. The punishment is followed unavoidably – to face the corner in the living
room and stand still for a long while before being dismissed. Crying doesn't do me any good.
It seems real that
my parents already started planning what I better do with my life. Don’t I need
the order of life and the clearly defined goals, started when I am still very
little? That’s a real big business don’t you think?
But, be honest
with me. What did you want from life at my age if you remember?
Hi!
Shouldn’t parents have to be well aware of that his children
can’t fly but sail? Don’t worry about what happens if they can’t fly, they can’t
sail, or they can’t even fight. A motive from a kid definitely stimulate him/her
self to further efforts to live a full life. As a parent, you have important decisions to make that
will help and shape the future of your children it can’t be denied. The way you
raise your children now build up a path of the future for your children.
Might it be the priority to give your children a wonderful and great childhood – full of fun, adventure, and love?
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