of Being a Chembeng Boy

This morning. Like any other weekdays, park keta depan taska. Tebby walked Kakak to school. Iman tolong punggah beg masuk taska. Adam ambik barang-barang dia. Then he emerged back, muka chembeng, air mata dah berkolam.

Mak Nor kata hari ni pakai baju raya... (dia pakai baju tadika macam biasa).
Tambah dramatik, airmata pun menitik.

** semalam masa pick up dari taska dia ada sebut Ustaz ada bagi 'surat raya' Warna hijau tau Ummi surat tu **

Alas, he forgot. Ai pun forgot. But this morning he woke up extra early, extra happy, extra chirpy. Maybe he remembered something was going to take place but he too busy sorting out which toys to bring to even remember what exactly was going on.

Sebelum kolam kat mata tu pecah berderai disertai guruh dan ribut petir, kami putuskan - patah balik belakang. He insisted to come along. Balik rumah, bukak his dressers. Oh noo!! Mana baju raya?? *sambil pandang stacks of boxes tepi dinding* We have just moved in last weekend remember? Korek dresser bawah sekali jumpa baju raya past years. I coaxed him into Iman's greenish grey baju melayu. Baju Iman when he was about Adam's age. A tad bit loose but okaylah. Sorry Adam, all wrinkled up, tak sempat nak gosok.

Donned baju melayu. Siap bersongkok. Senyum simpul.

Sampai pintu rumah...
Ustaz kata bawak kuih raya punnn boleeeehhhhh Ummmiiiiiiii 

Ala, kita takde kuih raya Dik *Ummi tipu sebenarnya sebab nak cepat go ofis*
Adaaaaaaa...... Saya tau ada kat dapur. Yang Abah dapat duluuuu tuuuuuu......

Adoilah.

Pegi dapur pulak cari kuih raya. Tutup pintu rumah. Kunci pagar. Berdesup ke taska. Ada orang tu senyum sampai telinga. Sampai taska, Ustaz depan pagar sambut budak-budak.

Ustazzzzzzz... sayaaaa pakaiii baju rayaaa. Sayaaaaa bawak kuih raaayaaaaa...

:P

Jadi mak pak orang memang macam tu. Kalah dengan airmata anak-anak..
1-0 ye Dik..

of Crabbing Good Times @Pantai Batu Burok

The kids love beach as much as I do although I have stopped doing things I did before i.e. getting wet in seawater. These days I just sit on the sand and watch them having good times.

Pantai Batu Burok.Not very far from my inlaw's.The kids beg (and nag) us to bring them there everytime we go balik kampung.We can't go out as much as we did now that my PIL has passed away last January and that my MIL is not very well herself.

Kite flying is easy here at the beach :D Lucky thing yang 3 beradik tu tak ambik pot pasal lelayang that day. If not 'kchennngggg' out duit raya beli lelayang.

They are more interested main air. As Adam puts it 'Besarnyaaaaaa swimmingggg poooolll ni Ummiiii' :D No matter how I have cautioned them not to wet themselves too much, kids will always be kids.

Adam - mocking me *sigh* when I asked him to get out from the water. Cheeky I tell you, this boy. A ball of bursting energy (and fun!)

 

 

 

Told ya, they had some crabbing good times! :D

Kids - You Made My Day! A 'Pilaya for Iman' & A Book for Kakak

Tebby is not around since Monday. Wehenever he's not, I'll clock out right on time. Dengan harapan boleh sampai rumah cepat dari kebiasaan. Furthermore I was fasting semalam. Plus I needed to make 2 stop, beli pizza and spaghetti for the kids and roast chicken for me to buka puasa. Then I needed to singgah kat Sutera Dobi to pick up my laundry (sent for ironing). Nevertheless, traffic was not kind yesterday. The normal equation here in KL. Hujan = jalan jem. Hujan lebat = jalan extra jam. Hadap je la kan. 

Back to my errand yesterday. I finally reached taska at 7.05pm. Memula nampak Iman emerging dari taska. Hands at the back. Muka berseri-seri. Saya dapat 'pilaya' Ummi, untuk food race. I remember weeks back he told us dia ada main games waktu subject sains. Ran and picked up food from a box then dropped it in another box according to category - untuk kesihatan, untuk tumbesaran or untuk tenaga. His team won first place. That's my boy. It really made my day. Hilang sengal kaki dok accelerate, brake. Accelerate, brake. Brake. Brake. Brake. Accelerate. 

It didn't stop there. 

Kakak pulak proudly informed us she won 1st prize for 'Mind You Grammar'. She got a story book for that. Syukur. They maynot be the best-est in class. But what and who they were to what and who they are now, I'd say tremendous improvement. It is true that we do not have rows and rows of medal at home. But still.. I was lecturing on the importance of learning things formally at school and things that we learn to keep life going such as washing dishes, tidying up bed, 5 compulsory prayers a day and whatnots but the kids were busy 'kita makan apa malam ni?' Oh well! 

When Tebby called up last night, they excitedly told him about the prizes. Adam was a bit down, perhaps because he hasn't got any medals yet so far. Back hunched, face down. Sulk. Takpe Dik. Sabar okay. Tapi homework tu jangan malas-malas buat yerr... 

Just before bed, Iman bisik kat telinga ai 'Ummi happy tak saya menang 'pilaya'?' It's piala Bang. Not pilaya. But anyway of course I am happy. Having the 3 of you pun dah cukup menggembirakan Ummi. Whenever you all excel in anything, it's a bonus. Not winning anything will not make me love you all any lesser. That's what a mom always does. Loving her children unconditionally.

'Pilaya' Iman and storybook for Kakak.
Syukur Ya Allah.

Life Goes On (version II)

It's been a little more than a year already! How time really flies! But it flew faster when I was on longggg leave :D I guess it always happen when you're having fun. Thinking back, I remember friends were commenting on sacrifices us mothers do when it comes to our children. In my case (in that very particular case I must say), it was not really a sacrifice pun. I had fun! Alhamdulillah Allah bestowed me a chance of taking care and manage my family and household on my own. Perhaps it was Tebby who made the big sacrifice. For a good whole year, he was a solo bread-winner for us all.

 If you asked, syukur, all went well. Of course any path we take will present us with different challenges and whatnots. If you asked again, yes, I prefer being a TSAHM. But... I want to get my pay as well. But... I can't afford to have them all. Know what they say,.. too many of good things, can actually be bad. True? No? I do not know for sure. But whatever it is on my plate, I shall savour, chew and eat. Because that's the rezeki Allah has bestowed upon me. Because either way, insyaAllah we're doing good.

Bag of A Mother..

When you are a mother, this is how your bag looks like. Toys, handtowel, botol air and whatnots. Ada je yang menumpang :P