Sunday, 29 June 2014
Saturday, 28 June 2014
We need more trees
During jogging today:
IZ: I want to plant trees
Me: plant trees? Why?
IZ: to have more trees
Me: more trees for?
IZ: more trees so that the birds and their family can live in the same tree.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Talking back...
There was a phase when IZ liked to say "I don't like you, go away". I didn't know what to do. I was the one he said to, the most then. It was hurtful, but I know he didn't mean it that way. And then I had to be away for a business trip (after not traveling for some time), and he stopped telling me that. For fear I would go and never come back I presume.
Then he randomly said that to his grandma and also helper.
I read up about handling this phase and I took both gentle and hard approach.
I told him I understand when he said that, he actually didn't like what they asked or told him to do. He actually didn't mean them personally. He nodded.
I reasoned: "But, in my house, at my home, everyone has to like everybody. If I ever heard anybody said he or she doesn't like anybody, that person who said that would have to leave this house. Since you do not like grandma or helper, you should walk out, I'll open the door for you."
Since then, the frequency reduced and eventually stopped altogether, and he took on to saying specifically what he didn't like about.
"I don't like it when you say that to me, that's not nice!" he would go.
So it worked.
Last night while we were having dinner, he was upset over something and was frowning and throwing tantrum to the helper.
"IZ, your face doesn't look good. I know you are upset, but I don't like the way your face show it. It's ugly and I don't like the way you talk."
He replied "then you should go out" and pointed to the door.
So, he talked back eh? I was laughing deep down inside! I got my own medicine?
Not admitting defeat, I told him, "I didn't say I don't like you, I'm saying the face is not nice. It's not a happy thing to be upset over something so trivial. There's way to resolve it."
Way to go, my dear son.
Then he randomly said that to his grandma and also helper.
I read up about handling this phase and I took both gentle and hard approach.
I told him I understand when he said that, he actually didn't like what they asked or told him to do. He actually didn't mean them personally. He nodded.
I reasoned: "But, in my house, at my home, everyone has to like everybody. If I ever heard anybody said he or she doesn't like anybody, that person who said that would have to leave this house. Since you do not like grandma or helper, you should walk out, I'll open the door for you."
Since then, the frequency reduced and eventually stopped altogether, and he took on to saying specifically what he didn't like about.
"I don't like it when you say that to me, that's not nice!" he would go.
So it worked.
Last night while we were having dinner, he was upset over something and was frowning and throwing tantrum to the helper.
"IZ, your face doesn't look good. I know you are upset, but I don't like the way your face show it. It's ugly and I don't like the way you talk."
He replied "then you should go out" and pointed to the door.
So, he talked back eh? I was laughing deep down inside! I got my own medicine?
Not admitting defeat, I told him, "I didn't say I don't like you, I'm saying the face is not nice. It's not a happy thing to be upset over something so trivial. There's way to resolve it."
Way to go, my dear son.
Labels:
3yo,
IZ Says,
Talking Back,
Talking Sense
Random updates
Fish he said |
Tortoise he said |
Snail he said |
"I want to make this beautiful" thus the colourful wing |
Good coloring! |
Saturday, 14 June 2014
Thursday, 12 June 2014
IZ Says
IZ: buzzer needs electricity
Me: yes
IZ: clock needs what?
Me: clock needs battery
Somehow I feel we are raising an engineer.. **dread**
Thursday, 5 June 2014
How it feels..?
These two days, I feel extremely connected to the kids in the home I'm clocking my clinical hours.
How would I feel eating with so many other kids, like I was a prisoner?
How would I feel celebrating festivals without my family?
How would I feel when the temptation is just too great, I might as well be a bad child?
I wonder how it feels to be them.
How would I feel waking up everyday, not knowing what's hold for me?
How would I feel eating with so many other kids, like I was a prisoner?
How would I feel wearing uniform day in day out except on outings and to school?
How would I feel when there are bunch of volunteers that come and go? Would I feel they pitied me? Was that pity in their eyes?
How would I feel living in fear of not being able to live with my family again?
How would I feel when I grow up from the home?
How would I feel celebrating festivals without my family?
How would I feel when I'm being punished because I feel like I want to be a children, and be naughty at times?
How would I feel when the temptation is just too great, I might as well be a bad child?
The great tight hugs the girls gave me made me realized my choice to return to the home not as therapist was right.
I do not want to pity them, I want to be with them.
God, please give me strength to continue giving.
Labels:
Mum's Lernen-Reise,
Play Therapy,
Psychology,
Volunteer
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
Monday, 2 June 2014
Random updates
Happy with his kiddie meal |
He said he bought this for me coz I'm a girl (what a beautiful excuse) |
He said it's orange juice I like the pipe cleaner as straw idea |
Lacing buttons |
Daddy came out with pattern game too |