Mum, Dad and.... Me?

Today was 'Open Day' for parents to get their children's report card.  I am the form teacher of an average class.  Almost everyone in the class was present including one boy who has been absent for some time.  I was anxious to meet all their parents so I sent message to every parents to remind them to come.

It was indeed satisfying to be able to speak with the parents.  Most of them were frustrated with the results but I was more interested in one boy whom before this always attracts my attention.  He is a nice boy and with a little bit of brushing, could one day be successful.  However, he comes from a sad background.  Now, being brought up by her single mother, he and his siblings are very independent and caring for each other.

His mother started explaining her situation when I told her that her son was always late to school and she claimed it was her fault because she asked him to send her sister to school first.  She also explained that sometimes he comes home crying when he was caught late and his explanation was not accepted by the teachers.  I understand and feel sorry for him.

If I was not thinking of the other parents queuing in line, I would have sat there patiently listening to his mother's problems and expression.  Sometimes we think that our life is difficult but when we hear others whose life is even more difficult than us, we wish we could help them in any way we can.  They might be poor but they are rich when they have each other.

Listening to his mother, I want to share this poem once written for a friend I knew whose husband cheated on her and married another woman.

Twilight Zone

Why love fades over the years?
Like a colourful cloth that lose its colour
Marriage is a tie to live forever
but lust is a destroyer that clutches to lovers

If marriage is pure as we first uttered
Why tears of joy turn tears of horror?
Why can't the rainbow stay?
To add beauty to the day

Why can't the sun shines forever?
No rainy days and stormy weather
Why can't the stars twinkle all night?
Combine with the moon to keep us bright

I wish I am beautiful, everlasting in your eyes
I wish you'll say 'I love you', till the day I close my eyes
I wish we walk together, in every path of our lives
I wish we cherish each other, face all obstacles that lie

What magic does love bring?
If the nightingale stops to sing
How are family supposed to cling?
When spouses are now trampling

Please Allah, give me strength
Put a short cut to this length
What decision should I take?
To keep me living, believing and loving, for goodness sake.

written on 23 May 2006

Shopping experience

Yesterday, my neighbour called early in the morning asking for my help.  In one month, a new life will be born.  Preparation is still incomplete.  So, my friend asked me to accompany her shopping for baby stuff.  How could I refuse a request from a pregnant mother?!  Of course I said yes.  Besides, when it comes to window shopping, count me in!

When I was just looking around in the shop, it was tempting!  The cute small footwear, the colourful blankets and all the beautiful clothes, ohhhh.... I'm speechless.  Why were there no such beautiful baby stuff during my pregnancy long time ago?!  I would have bought all these stuff.  Plus, almost everything is on sale.

See it for yourself.  Bumble Bee Baby Products are simply tempting:
Wash Cloth and Blankets
Fanciful Footwear

Nowadays there are so many baby attires.  There are even beautiful and colourful poncho for breastfeeding. I can't remember seeing all these things during my time of pregnancy.  However, I feel rather sad because I could not join in this baby shopping extravaganza.  I can just help my friend pick some nice accessories.

When I reached home, I kept thinking about the fun yet tiring part of searching for baby stuff.  Even though part of me love the idea of being pregnant, when I think deep about it, I think my decision of having only 3 wonderful kids is satisfying enough.

To comfort myself, I kept telling myself to wait 20 years for my kids to get married and I'll be a grandmother, busy shopping for my grandchildren.  Hahaha.. Insya-Allah...