Monthly Archives: August 2011

Some life lessons I learned from my child

I was picking up crumpled papers in the living room when I found this interesting pieces beneath the sofa. I browsed through the innocent-looking papers to make sure they are not important documents. They were torn pages from my son’s diary who was 10 at the time.

It reads:

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day of our second monthly exam. I studied hard to make my parents proud. I believe that I won’t get a “too low” or “too high” grade but I’ll do my best to pay all the sacrifices and to give thanks for all of their hardwork. If  I wouldn’t pass, I will promise to my parents that I will do study and study so hard next time. I won’t give up all their hard work and sacrifices.

I felt a bit guilty after reading it because sometimes I scold my son for not being able to study his lessons. I thought he’s not listening whenever I talk endlessly about the importance of studying. He’s listening after all and he even made a promise to do his best and never gives up whenever he fails. I’m so proud of my boy. Don’t worry Mommy will be a little more lenient next time. ^_^

I’m just wondering why he tear that portion off his diary…

On Kids and Gratitude

Her smile was contagious. My daughter was grinning from ear to ear when she came home from school today, as she was carrying a loot bag of tiny toys and candies. As she was rambling on about how fun her classmate’s birthday party at school was, she suddenly frowned. She said Peter (not his real name!) didn’t say thank you when she handed him his birthday present.

Saying “thank you” is a big thing for my daughter. Ever since I can remember, I have drilled the importance of saying “thank you”, through my kids’ skulls. I have always reminded them that letting other people know that you are grateful for whatever they have given or done for you bring you one step closer to heaven. Luckily, I’ve succeeded. And I’m one proud- and thankful- mom.

Life Lessons Teacher: The Street Beggar

To say that I am utterly amazed would be an understatement. I had lunch with a friend and her 5-year old daughter today, and I almost fell off my seat when she blurted out, “Mama, I want to get some take out food for that old lady we saw begging on the streets yesterday.”

It’s admirable how such a young girl feels empathy for people who take to the streets just to manage to put food in their mouths. While other kids her age would bug their moms about getting them the latest Barbie dollhouse, she thinks about feeding the poor. And to think that they saw that old lady the day before! The image of a poor old hag begging for food must’ve stuck to her like crazy glue- and for good measure!

We adults could learn a thing or two from this kid. That doesn’t necessarily mean that we should doggy bag every little scrap of meat from a fancy restaurant and dole them out to people on the streets. More than material things, what matters more is the immaterial. We can share our time, for instance, and volunteer to cheer kids up at a nearby hospital. Simple acts of kindness and generosity go a long way.