Stories as a child…

When we were young, our parents, guardians or most of the adults would come up with unique if not outrageous stories (mostly urban legends) just to make us follow their orders or to keep us still when we become too obnoxious. These are my stories to tell as a child which I don’t know where it originated from…disclaimer: this post is not intended to discriminate anyone.

When we don’t want to eat the food on the table (supposed it is a fish or vegetable dish cos naturally kids love meat and junk foods), we are told that when we become hungry and just sleep our hunger out, “our spirit would go out of our body and go to the kitchen to find something to eat. Finally, the spirit will find the rice cooker (which is still on but on keep warm mode) and try to grab some rice. Unfortunately, the spirit is trapped inside the rice cooker and may eventually die” so it’s best to keep our tummy with whatever food is served on the table to avoid it happening to us.

If we don’t sleep in the afternoon or becomes very stubborn, they would scare us by saying there is a “Bombay” (Indian men with full beard and riding a motorcycle) roaming around the streets with a sack and would put bad children inside the sack and bring somewhere far away. Since we would occasionally see Bombay in motorcycle passing the village (usually there is a pretty Indian lady seated at the back of the motorbike) and because they look different than us, so we were really scared and believe this story is true. Later on, we realized the so-called “Bombay” are Indian business men who are normal people like us and we need not be scared of them.

If we try to go home late or in occasion wherein we prefer playing outside than sleeping in the afternoon, we would hear stories from oldies like the roads/bridges are being repaired (or being made) and it was told that to make the road/bridges to be stronger, they would pour blood of a child especially the hard-headed ones so better stay indoors to be safe.

These are only some of the stories that we lived by as we grow up. Most of these stories were made up just to discipline children during our generation. I guess these stories will not work these days as children these days are more inquisitive. I also believe telling the children the truth on what consequences/outcome of their actions would bear supposed they don’t eat, sleep or listen to adults is still the best rather than whipping up wild stories.

What about you, what’s your story?

Fur kids or real kids anyone?

Last night I was watching in Channel News Asia the programme called Blog TV. The episode is titled “Fur Kids”. The guests debates and gives opinion as to which one is better, raising your own child or owning a fur kid (read as: pet). Wooaah what a topic. Owning a pet has been a trend nowadays and many pet lovers spend a lot in grooming, dressing up and feeding their “fur kids” which is good because most household pets (especially dogs) help relieve stress, are very loyal and fun to look at. However, personally I believe the topic is non debatable in the first place. In totality, it is a lot better to raise your own child as opposed to raising a fur kid.

Please don’t get me wrong with my opinion. I have no objection if some people spend a lot in raising and maintaining their pets. I also emphatize to those couples who want to have their own children but cannot so have to resort to owning a pet for diversion. It is definitely a good deed. However, if a legally married couple has the financial, mental and physical capacity to have their own children, then by all means do not think twice having your own. It’s all about satisfaction, fulfillment and pride of raising your own children.

I don’t have children of my own yet but as I see my parents, siblings, relatives and friends who have their own children, I can see how proud, happy and contented they are having their own offspring especially for my parents as all of us are grown ups now and are successful in our own ways. No matter how obnoxious, underdisciplined or naughty kids these days can become, a parent will always love their child.

We are happy when our pups would learn how to bark and compliment them how brave they are even at a very early stage. However the feeling is entirely different when our baby starts to say its first word like Mama or Papa or giggle when we do peek-a-boo or tickle them. The world seems so full of happiness and the sight of a very innocent face staring at you is priceless.

When a dog learned it’s first trick like sitting still or rolling, we are very proud and would show these tricks off to our friends. However, when our baby responds when we asked them to close or open their hands, blink and do “beautiful eyes” gesture or when they learn to take first small steps, some parents can’t help but become teary eyed with their child’s progress.

When they start to go to school, learn how to read, write us short poems or messages or even draw a picture of their family and show to us, we will treasure these memories for a lifetime.

The list of memories and events shared together between a parent and their children goes on and on. Of course there are random instances wherein the children may grow up not as expected like giving the parents some problems like unwanted pregnancies, being hooked up in drugs or other vices, not following parents orders and stuff. But these are isolated cases and not usual to all families.

Overall, the bond between a parent and a child is stronger than the Great Wall of China, deeper than the Pacific Ocean and greater than the Great Barrier reef. It’s all because the foundation is love, trust and physical and emotional connection.

Let us continue to become a good parent or child or both, whichever role we play in life.

Cheers!