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Bookhive and The Small Park

An idea popped up yesterday. As always, the impulsive plan often works better than the detailed one.

A newly open mini library drawed my attention to visit it. It is located near one of the parks, so we could have two spots in one visit.

It was only 20 minutes drive from home. The mini library is actually a mini cupboard with books. People can donate or borrow, or just have a quick reading on the bench next to the it.

We came around 9 am and it was quite empty. We spent around 20 minutes there and read a children book together. The collections are not that varied, I didn’t find something that interest me to be brought home. But, it is indeed a good idea.

The Little Reader

Done with the library, we went to the park. We were required to fill in the book and we had the whole park for ourselves. The little girl was quite fascinated with the geese. I reminded her that the geese here were unlike those in London. So, I told her to keep distance from them. She kept going near and at certain distance, the geese started approaching her. Yesterday’s checked experience : chased by the geese.

We walked around the park, stopped in some bench, took off our shoes in therapeutic stones, the playground was still sealed, sat down and watched the small pond while having some talks. Since not many things we could do, after 30 minutes, we decided to return.

Although it was short and small, it felt nice to enjoy the outdoor park properly once again. We should have brought the skateboard and book for next visit.

Cheers for more easily accessible libraries and good park and playground around the town!

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On Time di Les Online

Menjalani hampir setahun les piano online baik di London maupun di Jakarta, salah satu hal penting yang paling berbeda itu adalah ketepatan waktunya.

Buat saya (atau kami), jam mulai yang disepakati itu berarti jam dimulainya pelajaran. Bukan waktu baru siap-siap online. Kami biasanya dan sebisa mungkin selalu sudah standby minimal 5 menit sebelumnya. Maksud standby di sini adalah sudah login dan rekues masuk, bukan baru siap-siap ambil posisi. Jadi, sudah duduk manis siap mulai belajar.

Di London, dengan dua guru yang berbeda, dua belah pihak sama-sama sudah online beberapa menit sebelumnya (dengan Skype). Tapi, les selalu di mulai tepat jam yang disepakati. Hampir ngga pernah lebih awal. Anak saya kalo sudah duduk selalu nanya, “Can we call now?”, yang mana selama belum persis menitnya, saya pasti larang karena belum hak kita. Kalo soal jam selesai sering lebih sedikit atau pas sekali sesuai jadwal.

Di Jakarta, hari pertama les piano dengan gurunya di Jakarta, saya dengan terpaksa sekali ‘meminta’ dengan sedikit keras kepada gurunya bahwa les di mulai jam 15.20, artinya kami sudah standby minimal 5-10 menit sebelumnya. Ketika dia baru mengizinkan kami masuk jam.15.25, brarti kami sudah menunggu 15 menit. Saya ngga mau dari awal dianggap 5 menit itu belum telat (seperti budaya orang Indonesia pada umumnya). Buat kami 5 menit dari waktu yang disepakati itu lamaaaa sekali. Ini pun ngga bagus buat anak saya.

Rasa gelisah saya ketika sudah jam mulai tapi belum mulai-mulai itu terserap oleh makhluk kecil di sebelah. Penyataan yang secara ngga sadar terlontar seperti ,”Mana nih, udah jam segini” diserap dan les-les berikutnya ketika sudah jam mulai, tapi belum mulai, dia udah bisa nanya “Why we haven’t started?”

Belum lagi yang suka agak menggangu, ketika pas sudah waktunya, tau-tau di wa internetnya bermasalah. Oke mungkin ngga bisa dihindari, tapi paling tidak ada ‘kompensasi’ di akhir misalnya dengan penambahan waktu yang hilang. Tapi di sini 5 menit itu dianggap bukan hal yang dianggap penting. Jadi, agak sulit memang.

Dalam saat seperti ini, ngga terlalu banyak pilihan. Kompromi jadi satu-satunya pilihan. Meskipun saya ngga ingin telat 2-3 menit jadi dianggap hal ‘biasa’ oleh anak saya.

Tepat waktu memang bukan budaya (kebanyakan) orang Indonesia. Tapi, dalam hal ini kita mau dan bisa punya pilihan untuk ngga jadi (bagian dari kebanyakan) orang Indonesia.

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What (Not) Meant to be Yours..

Ramadan often brings a sudden craving in the middle of the day.

This afternoon was self-made es teler. The thought of sweet avocado, jackfruit, and nata de coco mixed with condensed milk and cold ice seemed a good idea and tempting.

Right after the little girl had her ifthar in Dzuhur, off we went to the supermarket. We directly went to fruit area. Looking for it everywhere then asked the woman on the counter, and she said, no avocado for today.

Hm☹.

I saw jackfruit few days ago and looked for it today. Sadly, it was no longer available too.

Well, it looked like es teler wasn’t for me today.

When I was ready to go out without buying anything, the eyes bumped into a pack of corn frites and it looked good. When the hands already picked one pack, the little girl asked,

“What for? we had it yesterday”.

“I like it. We can keep it”.

An Indian man happened to hear our conversation and asked what was this thing. So I explained. He saw another package of fried sweet potato and asked if that one was good as well.

Since he asked me, I recommended only the corn frites while sweet potato, it depended on his preference.

He took two corn frites and put them on his basket.

While I passed the area of spices, the eyes saw a pack of the most favorite fruit which is quite hard to find.

Packages of sawo. There were six of them. Without second thought, took two packages and went to look for something else in another aisle. I wanted to take three actually, but it might be not the right thing to do.

When I had everything I need, we passed the sawo once again and I stood for a while.

They said, it’s better to feel sorry because you buy it than feel sorry because you don’t. Beside that, what’s the big deal with sawo? I could eat it as much as I can.

So I took another package.

“What for? you have already had two!”

As usual, the little girl needed to question everything.

“It’s hard to find sawo. I can keep it on the fridge”.

We headed to cashier and it happened the Indian man was checking out his groceries when he saw me and took few step backward and looked at my basket and asked,

“What is this?”

“Oh this is sawo fruit. very sweet and nice. But it’s hard to find,”

” I want this one too”.

“Oh, you can find them near the fresh spices area”.

He looked confused and suddenly I understood.

“Ah, you want one package from mine? Go ahead, you can have one”.

without any second thought he chose one from my basket and said a request to the cashier,

“Can you put hers to my bill? I will pay hers as well”.

to which I responded no.

He still looked unsure but continued to pay his stuffs.

When he finished with everything, he looked back once again and said,

“I will pay yours,”.

“No thank you, it’s okay. Thanks for the offer”.

“Then, thank you so much”.

When I remembered I couldn’t help smiling thinking how funny things work sometimes. Something that you really wanted, right in front of your eyes, already in your hands, been thinking twice or thrice to buy it, few steps away to have it, but, it still flew away.

Imam Al-Ghazali once reminded us with one of his famous sayings :

What’s meant for you will reach you even if it’s beneath two mountains, and what’s not meant for you won’t reach you even if it’s between your two lips.

And that third package of sawo was something that wasn’t meant for me from the beginning until the end.

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Languishing

The tone the last few posts brings described the state where the writer is too sane to be called depressed, but too ’empty’ to do anything other that just passing the day. Something like written in this post, this one or this one.

A feeling when there is nothing wrong outside yet it feels so tense inside.

Bumped into a New York Times article written by Adam Grant, then it’s such a relief that what happened inside has a name.

Adam Grant called languishing as the neglected middle child of mental health.

It’s the void between depression and flourishing — the absence of well-being. You don’t have symptoms of mental illness, but you’re not the picture of mental health either. You’re not functioning at full capacity.

There were times it felt like PMS yet the hollow feeling stayed even after the period ended.

It was confusing and it wasn’t easy to tell others how it felt when you didn’t really understand too what this kind of emotion inside.

There were times when I kept questioning my self, “Does it really and only exist in my head?”

Turned out it doesn’t.

Been doing what can be done to deal with this feeling. Things that similar to what the article suggested.

Let see how it goes.

But, at least now I can answer the question “How are you?” more accurately than “good” or “hm, not sure”.

A full article about Languishing here.

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The Hidden Victim

(Currently on a period of releasing the rantings that have been sitting nicely on the draft folder for some time. Waiting for their turn to be moved to the ‘published’ section).

For someone who consistently read many stuffs (which caused constantly overthink many things), there are certain times that feel the amount of worry seems piling up to the ceiling. As the result, it brings me to the state of being unhappy.

The biggest one is surely comes from the one(s) that matters the most. Few months of lockdown in this city, it’s not only makes me exhausted mentally, but also frustrated since no single clear plans ahead, especially about the education.

The most forgotten ones during this pandemic in this country is indeed the children.

It’s been a year since the school closure but this SUBH government seems doing nothing significant and clear to (try hard) to reopen the school.

Opening school has been a long discussion without any real actions to really make it happen. Children can go roaming in the mall, restaurants, holiday attractions, but not school, or even park.

It’s quite heart-breaking whenever the little girl keeps saying that she has prepared everything for her first day of school in July. Been asking continously how long it will take until July.

The school here has been closed for too long. The lost of learning is huge. Some parents said they’d rather wait until it’s safe. I agree, if it’s just only 3-6 months.

But, it’s been almost 1,5 years!!

No other countries totally closed the school for such long period.

Other countries have been opening their school since last year with careful measurement and precautions, in between lockdowns, hybrid between online and offline, doing whatever way that works to make the children return to the school.

Some of them like Australia and New Zealand, doing it without vaccine, without making mask compulsory for the children. They’re just using their brain, their heart, and their money carefully to prevent deaths and to protect everyone.

While here,what we have is the leaders who are busy doing any trivial things. Attending the youtuber wedding is more preferable than checking and helping the preparations of the school to re-open the door for the kids or any other disasters happened in this country.

School closure might be unavoidable for some time, but what even worse here, the absence of the basic children rights :

Lack of green space.

Unfriendly pedestrian walk.

No proper outdoor playground around the city.

Isn’t it too frustrating?😭😭😭

This pandemic not only brings more inequalities between the haves and the lowers economically, but also the gap between the children’s education. I am not talking about Jakarta only.

It’s nothing about the lost of tangible skills, like reading or counting, but the lost of love for learning, socializing, being with the children at their age, playing outdoor, not trapped 24 hours with their parents.

It costs so much too for the parents. Surely we love our children, but even lovers need holiday, far away from each other said The Chicago.

It’s true that handling this pandemic is far from easy. But, it doesn’t mean it can’t be done. But just like John Ewing wrote in the article :

“Balancing livelihoods against lives can be agonizingly complicated. It requires clear, precise thinking”.

Clear and precise thinking, things that are totally absence from those people up there from the very beginning of this pandemic.

The price of such absence is fully paid by its people. Worse, the finish line is nowhere to be seen.

We’re currently heading to the second wave of the pandemic while out there, most people think we have done with this pandemic.

Stay safe and stay sane are still the only best thing that we can do for now.

-A long rant from a frustrated parent and citizen-.

Here’s one podcast which explains about how this pandemic takes a huge toll on the children’s education in this country.

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It’s Not About You

It takes almost seven years with all the ups and downs until I realized something about raising a child : It’s absolutely not about us, the parents.

The more time I spend with this little girl and saw several total differences between us, I reminded myself often, she’s not me. She loves something that I am 100% not into like make up, art and white milk. She is pretty good at something that I wasn’t at her age like playing piano and math.

The return to the bulk of readings after years of absence, moving to London, and become almost a total stay at home mother, all since last year, change so many point of views.

I thought knowing lots of things about children, in theory and some practices, were enough to make everything run smoothly.

In reality, how little did I know and how much that I still have to learn. The more I read, the smaller I feel. Even in certain parts, I felt like being cornered and pushed to throw my previous view and replaced it with something which I have zero knowledge about it.

I felt like halfly dragged out of my ‘bubble’ and shown a complete different sea about children and their development.

One of the best things London brings is the chance to see and live with so many different people, yet, it feels like we are all the same. Unlike me, who had grown up in almost similar environment from elementary to high school, even college, I loved how diverse the little girl’s school there.

She played with so many different kids from different cultures. The British, African, Chinese, Spanish, French, Finnish, Arabic, Italian, and so were the teachers. She was the only Indonesian there. Nobody really cared about where one came from. They just played together.

In her school also, I was able to witness how disabilities, whether it is visible or invisible got equal treatment. No one really cared if you have disability or not, in a good way. I remembered a girl in a wheel chair at her school. The most noticeable thing that I remembered from her was nothing about her disability, but…

her confidence.

She looked so bright and nice. The way she talked to others, it was so pleasant to see. The other important thing to notice was how the school community treated her. I didn’t witness any pity looks either from her friends or the teachers.

Once, I saw her when she wanted to pass through the door and a teacher and a student were there. What did they do? They hold the door until she went through, but nothing about ‘helping’ her so she could do it faster.

They waited.

I really thought that was just the right amount of help. They knew she could do it by herself, so they didnt came to her to push the wheel chair, instead they chose to hold the door.

She wasn’t the only one. I saw several others kids with visible disabilities and saw similar vibe from them. For someone with learning difficulties like her, the amount of help received was beyond our expectation.

That was one eye opening experience for me, until we (I) decided that she might need a different school than what I had already had in my mind before. About the school, maybe a separate post would be good.

I looked back often in raising her. Previously, it was because I wanted to do as what my mom did, but then, I realized, not all of it was applicable. The more I realized I wasn’t my mom and my little girl wasn’t me, the more I feel better in raising her differently.

I followed the basics which I considered universal and important like sleeping and eating, but became quite relaxed in other things.

I did totally different thing in things that I considered important but not really happened in the time I grew up, like apologizing. Showing that we, the parents, can make mistake and we will apologize if we do that.

Days are not always rainbow, but when we are angry to her, we try our best to avoid silence treatment. We talked about it right away and explained why.

I didn’t say that my parents were doing things wrong. Just like me, I think, we just did what we thought the best within our power and knowledge, at that time.

This is why I said in one of my previous posts, it’s the parents who have lots of homeworks to do, not the kids.

It’s not an easy job to change the mindset. To become more mindful about how everything we do, even the simplest one, will have certain impact to the child, bad or good.

Currently reading a book called ‘Special’ where some pages pinched me a little but quite hurt inside, like this :

Every birthday, I always write two wishes, for her to be always healthy and happy. But, yes, I write that with certain scenario inside my head. How kind of healthy and happy I imagune for her, based on my experience and thinking. Years before motherhood, I really thought parenting is about repeating the cycle. Your child will just have to follow what the parents choose for them,then, it’s done. Until the next cycle begins.

But, for the last few years the game has changed a lot. My daughter has been going through lots of things that I didn’t, AT ALL. In good and challenging ways. Before seven, she has been to many places, meeting and playing with lots of different kids, exposed to kind of weather and cultures, talk and think in totally different language than mine.

There’s no way raising her with the same mindset like my parents would work.

It reminds me of Kahlil Gibran’s famous poem The Prophet :

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might.

His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable

I feel like needing constant reminder whenever it feels frustrating because I keep pushing something only from my point of view.

But, there’s one thing that should be remembered : we’re not only raising a child, but also a future adult.

Tricky bussiness indeed.

Lastly, a closing page, still from ‘Special’ summed it well :

Bear these in mind, you.

It’s her who has been doing a good job so far, and you ride along.

So, take credits, but not too much.

Feel guilty, but never too much too.

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The Feeling Ramadan Brings

Ramadan is here.

It’s always the best time of the year for reminiscing many things in the past.

There is something that always makes Ramadan feel special. Maybe because things seem like going slower. Days are more quiet and less distractions.

I loved going to school in Ramadan,especially the time spent in elementary. The vibe, the ambience, the activities, all made me happy.

I loved Ramadan during college years, be it in Bogor or Selangor. Ramadan far away from home in some places I could call home.

I loved the last few years of Ramadan. When the first time ticket to Paris bought, the preparation for going to London, last year Ramadan in lockdown, teaching the little girl to do her first Ramadan, the memories made me happy.

I loved the quietness of this month.Especially after I left the childhood home. No sahur and ifthar with too much preparation hassles. Year by year, I like the way things changed. Like stuffing food on the table and tummy during ifthar is no longer my cup of tea.

Since last year, I dropped rice and its companion for sahur and changed to fruit and bread or pastries. It’s more than agreeable. I could spare some space in my belly for several items of my favorites in the morning. Again, it made me happy.

This year Ramadan, with so many things that have happened for the last one year, brings no less comfort than before. Having our first sahur, ifthar and tarawih together is precious. Although certain things might look ugly, still, the feeling Ramadan brings, it’s soothing. As if it is telling me that no matter how ugly things might be, everything will be okay.

This year Ramadan is a gentle reminder that meeting another Ramadan should be something that one couldn’t take for granted. The thought goes to few friends and relatives whose sudden news of their death gave a pinch in my heart.

I have too many requests to ask this Ramadan. I feel like I will need so much help to face unknown battle in the future.

It’s nice to see you again, Ramadan.

Thank you for the happy feeling you always bring.

Jakarta, 2 Ramadan 1422H

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Perjalanan Panjang Menemukan Jawaban Bagian V

Setelah tahun lalu mengalami perjalanan panjang bagian satu , dua, tiga, dan mengira sudah selesai di satu bab besar, ternyata perjalanan menemukan jawaban ini belum selesai.

Setelah mendapatkan diagnosis DLD, kami cukup aktif mengedukasi diri sendiri dengan berbagai informasi tentang ini. Dari mendengarkan podcast, membaca jurnal, mengikuti akun-akun advokasi, mendaftarkan diri sebagain RADLD ambassador, baca berbagai artikel dan penelitian, melakukan semua yang bisa dilakukan untuk mensupport lebih baik.

Ada satu hal yang berulang kali terus mengganggu dan bikin gelisah. Semakin banyak baca tentang DLD, semakin banyak pula hal-hal yang terasa tidak pas dengan anak saya. Hal ini buat lebih banyak baca semua neurodevelopmental disorder lain, dan sayangnya yang paling mendekati masih DLD.

Meskipun ada beberapa irisan di DCD/Dyspraxia, dan laporan observasi yang dilakukan oleh Dr Mustafa menyatakan ada kemungkinan verbal dyspraxia, tetapi ketika mempelajari lebih dalam beberapa contoh kasus verbal dyspraxia, lagi-lagi ada hal yang kurang pas dengan anak ini.

Saya berulang kali mengutarakan pernyataan seperti ini :

“Makin banyak baca, makin sering liat contoh, kok kaya makin jauh ya dari semua diagnosis yang udah ada (DLD, DCD). Tipikalnya itu agak beda dan ngga pas buat dia”.

Kenapa saya bisa bilang ngga pas?

DLD ini umumnya dekat sekali dengan dyslexia atau dyscalculia. Dari banyak contoh anak yang saya lihat, anak saya ada di semua kebalikan dari dyslexia atau dyscalculia. Membaca dan matematikanya agak terlalu ‘advance’.

Dia ini strong reader. Seperti yang pernah ditulis di post sebelumnya, salah satu yang bikin kami makin ngga ngerti adalah dia bisa baca sendiri tanpa diajari di usia sebelum 4 tahun. Dia bisa dengan cepat membaca not balok di musik, dan huruf arab di Quran.

Review dari guru-gurunya di reading log

Dia bisa menghitung penjumlahan, pengurangan dengan cepat. Baru-baru ini yang lebih makin membingungkan, dia tau-tau sudah hafal perkalian dari sekedar kesukaannya pada numberblocks. Latihan setiap hari tentu berpengaruh, tapi jika dikaitkan dengan DLD, ada sesuatu yang ngga pas.

Sebelum menulis ini, saya baca ulang satu-satu semua tulisan dan video yang merekam perkembangan dia. Saya temukan bahwa bahkan sebelum bisa baca, dia punya ketertarikan besar sekali pada huruf dan angka.

Di salah satu post saya, di usia 2 tahun lebih dia sudah bisa menghitung maju dan mundur dari 1-50, mengenal semua warna, menyebutkan hampir semua benda di buku kamus kesayangannya dengan lafal bahasa Inggris yang baik.

Sementara, level berbicaranya bisa jauh dibawahnya.

Ini ngga masuk di otak saya yang pas-pasan. Bagaimana bisa perbedaannya begitu signifikan?

Sementara saya sibuk anter terapi kesana kemari, berbicara lebih banyak, mengikutkan ke semua kegiatan yang bisa mendorong bicaranya, tau-tau yang muncul malah yang sama sekali ngga ‘dipikirkan’ dan ‘diajarkan’.

Tentu bukan ngga bersyukur, alhamdulillah sekali saya dikasih bonus buat ngga mengalami sakit kepala ajar anak baca, tapi, bicaranya bagaimana? Salahnya di mana?

Sebagai gambaran, anak saya ini bukan ngga bisa bicara. Dia sangat verbal. Kosakatanya sangat banyak. Pengucapannya jelas. Rasa ingin tahunya juga tinggi. Tapi selalu kesulitan untuk :

– berada dalam percakapan dalam waktu yang lama.

– menjawab pertanyaan kompleks (kenapa, bagaimana) atau pertanyaan terbuka.

– menjawab secara runut kejadian yang dialami

Tiga hal besarnya seperti itu.

Dan ini terus terang (sangat) membuat frustasi.

Sepulang dari London akhir tahun lalu, kami perlu waktu buat adaptasi. Sampai akhirnya awal Maret lalu, saya mulai gelisah lagi. Tanpa sekolah dan terapi rutin, saya merasa perkembangan bahasanya mulai stagnan.

Sementara di semua hal dia terlihat baik-baik saja bahkan di atas rata-rata seperti piano, iqro, quran dan matematikanya. Secara emosi juga cukup matang dan mandiri. Dia melakukan tugas rumah seperti mencuci piringnya dan melipat pakaian sendiri, kadang menyiapkan sarapan sederhana sendiri, merapikan kamarnya dan masih banyak lagi.

Pelan-pelan, kami mulai lagi pencarian klinik untuk melanjutkan terapi wicaranya. Salah satu kendala di sini adalah anak ini bahasa ibunya adalah bahasa Inggris. Dia bukan sekedar anak yang berbicara bahasa Inggris, tapi juga sudah berpikir dalam bahasa Inggris. Sehingga, kami lebih memilih terapi yang benar-benar dilakukan oleh orang yang berbahasa Inggris. Bukan sekedar orang Indonesia yang berbahasa Inggris, seperti orangtuanya.

Kami sempat menghubungi beberapa klinik di sini. Bahkan sempat datang langsung untuk konsul psikolog di salah satu klinik terkenal, dimana psikolognya bisa berbahasa Inggris tapi harus pulang dengan hati berat. Observasi yang dilakukan sangat standar, sangat di bawah kemampuan dia, dan sama sekali ngga memberikan insight baru, dengan harga yang ngga murah.

Klinik lain yang kami hubungi via wa langung menanyakan domisili dan pamflet daftar harga bahkan tanpa meminta hasil asesmen atau apapun.

Klinik lain dengan ribuan pengikut yang sempat saya tanya via media sosial, dimana sempat terjadi percakapan panjang pada dini hari,menghasilkan efek traumatis yang cukup lama buat saya.

Hal terbesar dan terpenting yang absen dari klinisi2 di sini adalah : empati.

Babak belur perasaan di pagi buta cuma buat merasa ‘disalahkan’ dan saran yang diberikan dipukul sama rata dengan semua anak yang mereka suka repost di akunnya. Lebih parahnya lagi, nada arogannya terasa sekali. Seakan-akan mereka yang lebih tau segalanya. Dengan tegas memvonis sesuatu yang ternyata setelah saya menemukan lebih banyak jurnal, pengalaman orangtua, dan yang lainnya, sepertinya ilmu mereka juga harus diupdate lagi.

Dalam sebulan ini saya merasakan sekali manfaat menulis dan merekam perkembangan anak. Semua ‘tuduhan’ yang dilontarkan admin klinik tsb, kembali saya konfirmasi dan semua patah. Anak saya mengikuti semua milestone yang mereka anggap ngga dijalankan dengan baik.

Selain tiga klinik di atas, ada satu klinik yang cukup memberi penghiburan. Dimana adminnya menjalankan prosedur dengan proper seperti mengatur zoom meeting terlebih dahulu, menanyakan diagnosis dan sebagainya. Mereka juga punya SLT resmi berbahasa Inggris. Cuma satu kurangnya, semua masih dilakukan online.

Selain keempat klinik tersebut, kami memberanikan diri untuk mencoba sesuatu di luar. Kami menghubungi salah satu lembaga speech therapy di Singapura via WA. Responnya sangat cepat dan baik. Bahkan hanya dalam hitungan jam, mereka menanyakan apakah bersedia ditelpon dan berbicara langsung.

Percakapan 30 menit yang sangat signifikan mengubah perasaan.

Kami dihubungi langsung oleh seorang Doktor di bidang Speech and Language dan HANYA dalam satu percakapan tersebut keluar suatu pernyataan yang sama dengan kegelisahan saya,

“From your story, there are things that dont match with DLD”.

Tidak pas dengan DLD.

Tapi justru lebih pas ke sesuatu yang lain.

Setelah percakapan via telp tersebut, pembicaraan berlanjut via email untuk penjelasan lebih detil. Dari sana diputuskan bahwa anak saya akan menjalani tes lengkap selama 3x dalam 3 minggu untuk menentukan apakah DLD (masih) cocok dengan kondisinya atau…

ada sesuatu yang lain.

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Kami menjalani 3 tes dalam 3 minggu dengan Dr Phua. Tes ini bertujuan ‘memastikan’ apakah DLD masih berlaku atau sesuai kecurigaan, bahwa ini bukan DLD.

Semua tes dilakukan dalam bahasa Inggris. Tes berlangsung selama kurang lebih dua jam di akhir pekan. Tesnya berupa gambar, membaca, menulis, mengeja, bercerita, dan sejenisnya. Tingkat kesulitan tes ini bertingkat dari yang bisa anak saya kerjakan dengan mudah sampai yang jelas jauh di atas kemampuannya.

Beberapa tes yang dilakukan adalah seperti : mencocokan gambar, menebak kelanjutan cerita, mencari sinonim kata, menerjemahkan pesan implisit, menonton kartun pendek tanpa teks dan dialog kemudian diminta menjawab pertanyaan tentang kartun tersebut. Di tes minggu terakhir, dia diminta membaca dan menjawab pertanyaan dari paragraf, menulis cerita dan tes mengeja.

Materi tes yang sulit adalah satu hal. Hal yang cukup saya hargai adalah endurance anak ini. Duduk 2 jam dan berusaha mengerjakan semua sebaik-baiknya, bahkan saya yang cuma mendampingi lelah sekali.

Jeda antar minggu tes merupakan minggu-minggu yang berat. Perasaan yang ngga menentu, gelisah, khawatir, dan mungkin masih berusaha menerima kalau ini yang harus dijalani.

Dalam jeda ini juga saya habiskan berhari-hari dengan membaca semua tentang kemungkinan diagnosis baru ini. Mengedukasi diri sendiri dari berbagai akun dan jurnal. Semakin banyak baca, semakin pikiran terbuka, dan mungkin ini jalan yang ditunjukan untuk menerima.

Dalam beberapa hari, saya menemukan satu istilah yang menggambarkan anak saya dengan tepat. Bukan hanya sekedar ciri-ciri umum, tapi bahkan sampai ke hal-hal khusus dan semua timeline kejadian yang dijelaskan sangat persis seperti yang kami lewati.

Dalam beberapa hari, saya menghabiskan hampir sepanjang waktu untuk mencari tahu lebih banyak. Dari pengalaman orang tua, jurnal para ahli, dan juga pengalaman orang pertama.

Benar-benar minggu yang mengubah isi kepala tentang sesuatu. Seperti dipaksa buat membuang semua isi kepala lama dan mengganti dengan yang baru.

Di hari terakhir tes, setelah tes dengan anak saya selesai, kami berbicara dengan Dr Phua. Dari hasil semua tes dan observasi yang sudah dilakukan, hampir dipastikan DLD bukan diagnosis yang tepat untuk anak saya.

Posted in Favorite things, Langit Senja, Thoughts

Another Money Talk

This week lesson on our homeschooling :

Second chapter on money. This time is about what we can do with money.

Certain amount received from a relative and it was a good chance to do something about it.

I use my (golden) principles since the first time I earned my own money at 18 and it’s quite applicable for a 6 y.o too :

1. Save 50% of them right away. Whether you will (need to) use some of it later, that’s another story.

2. Spend on whatever things you want with the rest and try to stick with that amount.

3. Share (at least) 2.5% from the whole amount.

We went to the bank to do the first thing.

She has something that has been on her mind for some time. We visited few toy stores and went home with empty hand. Why? Simply because it was out of her budget. She could understand quite well when she saw the price tag :

“How much is that?”

” 300 thousands”.

” So, can you buy this?”

“No, it’s not enough”.

So I told her to either wait until she has the money OR find another one within her budget, online.

No whinning on the toy store.
But, no waiting too long to execute the next plan.

We checked this morning and she found one within her budget in online store. Number two checked.

Finally, we did the last part and I let her choose to whom she wanted to donate her money and chipped in.

One simple topic can be used for : math, islamic, and writing.

Homeschooling is exciting IF you have enough energy, continous creativity, and adequate amount of time to design the lesson plan.

Homeschooling is a better option than an online school IF you have those three resources above. We have tried some pop up classes and they were tiring. For us.

There were days that we could learn many things, stick to the lesson plan, checked all the list.

But, there were also days that we totally left the plan untouched and replaced it with whatever activities that suit the teacher mood.

Ex : long hours of skateboarding, playing on the playground, swimming, going somewhere, cutting some food or fruit or simply lazing around doing nothing.

This week is one of the rainbow weeks in my homeschooling days, where I (feel) have full control on my child’s education and deliver some meaningful applicable lessons.

When the little kid learn three basic things about what money can do, the adult can learn the truth about money like one that written on one of the pages from Morgan Housel’s best selling book Psychology of Money.

Posted in Thoughts

In Limbo

Some periods of life are meant to be fully living while some other periods are dedicated for surviving.

In spite of knowing both will come and be on repeat like a cycle, it doesn’t make the heart becomes lighter when the low starts rolling.

In spite of knowing that the anxiety and the worry won’t change anything, they are still here and make the sunny days seem gloomier.

Currently, it feels like living in limbo for many reasons. It’s period of waiting during transition, unclear of many next things to come and it’s totally uncomfortable. It feels like losing control and peace of mind feels too far to reach. Everything seems fall into a wrong place.

You fear what you don’t know, they said. Obtaining big chunks of information becomes my self-therapy and it works for short period of time. But the dark clouds always return somehow.

Basically, I knew all the theory to deal with this. Accepting that these days are the low ones and it won’t be here forever, what’s so hard about that? But, living day by day with this heavy heart, wake up with no courage, bed time becomes an escape, it is scary.

When the wheels are on the low,

Day walks too slow.

The wind won’t blow.

Night runs too fast

As if it’s being chased

But, we know this too shall pass.