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Undelivered Tuna Sandwich 

The last two days have been the hectic, tiring, yet ones that become a new member of my precious memories collection.

It started with an unusual call from my cousin to le husband on Friday evening. When we saw the call I knew right away that it would be something related to my grandma.

It was right. My cousin who is also a resident, told le husband the grandma was unconscious with a very low blood pressure and he decided to bring her to the hospital right away.

At hospital, everything that could and should be done, had been done. She kept being unconscious, no blood pressure was able to be detected, her heart was largened, and we knew she’s been fighting for the final.

Once she was admitted to the ICU, I insisted a lot that she shouldn’t be left alone. I was persistently asked everyone there to take turn recited tahlil or Qur’an in her ear. I was the one who was staying by her side longest.

I asked le husband to take Langit home and asked permision to stay at the hospital with my father. I surely wouldn’t know when would be her due, but I wanted to be there as long as I could. Said to him, I would be home by morning, but for the night, I wanted to be with her, just in case, it would be the last time.

In the ICU, I kept reciting La Illa ha Illallah and syahadat in her right ear. Despite there were lots of things attached to her body, wires were everywhere, it was pretty uncomfortable for sure to stand while leaning to the bed. It was understandable my dad and aunts couldn’t do it for long.

I kept staring at the monitor and witnessing how the numbers were gradually lower. We’ve been told it mostly the medecine worked. We asked the nurse to gradually reduce the medecine and said we would take all those things attached to her body by morning,whatever condition she had. 

We fully accepted her condition and wished nothing to be done to her. We just needed to be allowed to stay by her side. Thankfully, the nurses had been very helpful and kind. I even borrowed Qur’an from them. At midnight, seeing I kept standing for hours, one of them offered me a chair, finally. 

I took turn with my father and aunt around 1.30 am. Tried to sleep though the chair was surely uncomfortable. When I woke up, my aunt also slept so it’s been only my father inside. I went inside to ask him to rest. 

When I entered, the number on the screen was zero and my dad said it’s been a while. Her heart was still beating slowly. My dad went out and I replaced him. Kept reciting the tahlil word continously and read yassin once. 

I didn’t really know the precise time, but the zero on the screen, once suddenly changed and went up to 61 then dropped again. After that I just realized it this morning, it might be the time when she’s gone. Not long after that, my aunt came and joined me.

Just ten ninutes to five am, the doctor checked and pronounced her death. Though I had been staying by her side almost all night, tears couldn’t help bursting out hearing she’s gone. Knowing there woudn’t be any other chances to be with her.

I kept accompanying her throughout the process. In the deceased room, in the ambulance to my home, bathed her for the last time, wrapped her in kafan, sat beside her in the ambulance that sent her to cemetry, until the last piece of soil put to her graveyard.

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It was Friday morning when I went to supermarket and found the rare burger bun available. Bought two packs with the thought of sending her the tuna sandwich she liked for Saturday’s breakfast. 

Sadly, it was undelivered and would never be delivered anymore. I hoped my presence that night, words and prays I recited the whole night could make up those undelivered tuna sandwich for her.

She had 82 years of life. Even the number amazed me. Eight successful children, fourteen grandchildren, and four great grandchildren, fifty year of marriage, and so many things that I even don’t know. For one to have such a long life must be a great blessing that is just not anyone could have. I wish she had a beautiful next life as she had in her previous.

Till we meet again, dear grandma. Have a good rest and happy reunion there.

Be sure that my pray will keep going for you.

A bientôt.

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité

The Happiest Face

Langit’s taste bud has been expanding widely. She literally almost eats everything, with a very wide range of tastes. Bitter, sweet, plain, savory, spicy, light or heavy spices, she eats them all. One that I know she has been constantly less preferable is egg. Any kind of egg dishes. 

She stopped having baby’s food completely around thirteen months. As she started her first table food on her eleventh months, she started having exactly the same like the adults had. I also gave more spices to the food. 

Knowing she had no problem with pepper, I continued with chili. Now, she eats any kind of sambals. She loves tomato sambal, but one that works well with her is dabu-dabu. 

She has been soup number one fan. So, soup is almost never absent. Chicken soup, meat and vegetable soup, tofu soup, and the most epic one that she likes a lot is lamb soup.

She enjoys some particular vegetables like cucumber, brocoli, sawi putih (don’t have any idea in english), and bean sprout. Some vegetables with coconut milk like pumpkin and sweet corn is also a yes for her.

For protein, fish is on the top of her preference list while chicken is the last. Funny how she has quite similar preference with me. Ah, she doesn’t really keen on soysauce dishes.

Lots of times, I captured her very best expressions were ones that she had during eating. She looked so happy and it made me even happier watching that and couldn’t help recording it. Hope she’ll keep being an adventurous eater like she has been. Apprendre les cuisines en France, si possible!

Keep happy and healthy, baby!

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Eating tauge and labu kukus for lunch starter. Look at that wide grin and smile!

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Finishing kuah bakso like she couldn’t get it enough.

August Coiffeur was right.

Good food is the foundation of genuine happiness.

Posted in Maternité, Thoughts

Motherhood’s Choices

Life happens usually quiet for few weeks in 2017. Not that quiet actually. Been dealing with some exciting stuffs and hope everything goes well. Doing tons of reading about something you’re excited about is soothing and rewarding. There is always some new knowledge. 

The baby is doing fine. Getting chatty and smarter when it comes to get something that she wants through nagging, crying, and whining. Sometimes, it is hard to deal with.

I am not that kind of sweet,loving, and crafty mother type. I lose my patience often and regret it after (often too). It feels like the baby is having more patience than me. 

But then, the choice made to stay with my baby had been decided since long ago. I didn’t have any idea about being a (good) wife, but I am always in when it is about being a mother.

I decided long ago, I would be the main caregiver of my child(ren) once I signed up for parenthood. I have been never into career or office work. I knew I wanted to be a teacher since my elementary school days. Simply because I enjoyed those glorious six years of learning. I loved my teachers, my school, and felt so happy to be there. 

As I grew up older and had my first teaching job in my first semester of college, I was totally sold to teaching. It’s addictive and rewarding at the same time, more than just numbers or recognition.

Since I was also raised by a teacher, it gave more insights how this job doing to my mom’s parenting. It allowed her to be present for her children. Not the kind that always playing with the children or doing things together, but whenever we needed her, she was there.

She was a working mom as well. In our toddlerhood years, she took turn with my father. My father worked from morning till afternoon, went home then my mom left and worked until evening. She left two toddlers and a baby with my father. Left without no hassles. 

When we were left with our father, he didn’t need to do any messy things. My mom had done it all before she went for work. Basically, my father was only babysitting us and he could rest, as we had gone to bed as early as seven pm.

I worked full time few years ago and only survived for one and half years and switched to part time. It was one of the best decisions made. It felt so liberating. I could do more things I love other than teaching (working). I had more time for myself and turned out for my mother when she was sick.

I love money but I love free time more. It makes me happy when I am able to do my regular exercise in the morning, enjoying my breakfast religiously, not rushing here and there, not dealing with traffic jam every morning and afternoon, not being trapped in a building all day, having time to watch serials and korean dramas, and more, doing my prayers and religious things not in a tired condition. 

Having men and a baby to be taken care of is not an easy job. Can’t imagine how I could take care ones that matter for me the most while dealing with too much work outside.

When the baby came, I first had struggles to do those things while dealing with baby’s stuffs. But, as I highly needed those things to keep my sanity, so I put more efforts to have it. I reduced my working hours outside to gain some more peaceful time at home.

It’s a bless that I have been an early morning person thanks to my mother. I always woke up few hours before subuh to do stuff. Practicing piano at 3 am, learning for exams, and preparing breakfast. 

My mother had me and my sister took turn to prepare breakfast for the family since elementary school. It was up to us how we arranged it. Either one week straight or day by day. When piano exams months coming, I had to wake up even earlier so I could practice before breakfast. Breakfast is served before subuh in this house. I really want having what I had as a child once I am a mother.

Until now, it keeps going like that and the baby is surprisingly following the habit. She wakes up minutes before adzan, joins us for breakfast, having a tiny cup of tea or milk with fruit or bread, then sometimes she follows her dad to go to the mosque for subuh prayer, then joins me for Qur’an reading. Then, the real breakfast and the rest of the schedules are going as usual, more or less the same since she started eating. It’s funny remembering that I have been given almost all things that I want and what I have been picturing for a long time. 

Since the beginning of motherhood, I have been even given more. I didn’t trying hard to have vaginal birth since I had high d-dimer during pregnancy, I prepared more to have c-section, but it turned out I had vaginal one. I grew up with formula since birth,and I felt I had nothing against that so I prepared to do the same for my baby. Again, the more I read and know that there’s something better than that and worth to be fought for, I ended up breastfeed my baby up until now. Not yet succesful to wean.

For these two years, I couldn’t be more grateful to have the choice to stay with my baby. Choosing and having many things happened because of that choice are privileges that not everyone can afford. 

I stay at home most of the time while still able to have regular morning exercises class twice a week, go working for few hours three times a week, watch korean dramas daily, take care of my father and house stuff, not have to deal with traffic jam since my workplace is within walking distance and the other one is about 20-30 minutes driving. 

In the other side, I have a chance to witness how this little creature grows up day by day, from knowing nothing to lots of things, from being incapable of doing things until she masters some, being the one she turns to when she wakes up, feeding and taking care her with my own hands, and witnessing how some my habits (good and bad) followed by her precisely.

I absolutely earn much less money than pre-motherhood but alhamdulillah, it never feels less sufficient. It comes through any other ways beyond a human calculation. Putting money over things I consider more important turns out giving more than just larger amount in my bank account. I couldn’t count them enough. Really.

I choose to neglect my baby for a while and let her playing alone to write this, free of guilt. Even to the simplest choice, I believe there is no right or wrong in any motherhood choices we make. In the end, every mother is responsible for any choices that she makes in her life and the children’s. 

For the greatest responsibility that I consciously signed up and given perfectly, I choose one that I think the best way to bear the responsibility, which I consider most important. 

I hope to have the least regret in the future. Having too much absence, literally and unliterally, while I am still healthily present.
Then, time to go back to ‘work’ now.

Bonne journée!

Posted in Thoughts

New Year’s Wishes

Bonjour!!

It’s been quite some times after the last post in 2016. New number on the calendar means another year closer to the expired date. Haha, such a gloomy first greeting😀

I stopped having certain clear resolutions after 2012. It was when my steps were finally slowing down after several years running fast, hard, and going here and there a lot. 2012 was the year of fulfilled-dreams. Years after that, life had been more of living the real life dealing with marriage and motherhood.

2016 gave some surprises beyond the wildest thought. Never thought that Paris was finally checked in 2016. The long awaited and most wanted Paris was granted beautifully. 

But then, nothing good comes easy. 2016 also gave one of the most unpleasant surprises. Some relationships meant to be changed due to some circumstances. I nearly forgot there had never been great things fulfilled without having some precious ones taken, like 2012 did to me.

When most people said 2016 was absolutely terrible, I came to say it was terribly great in both ways. Paris was equally worth the pain.
After the big three dreams were all accomplished, I don’t have much to be looked forward to for personal stuff. The wishes become more abstract. Motherhood becomes top priority. I am pretty much done with myself.

So, let’s pray for more strength and patience to be bestowed to go through whatever life brings this year. Health and wealth in true faith until the end.

Amin.

Posted in Books, Maternité, Review

Review Buku : Bringing Up Bébé by Pamela Druckerman

Ini pertama kalinya saya mereview buku. Buku parenting yang udah cukup lama saya baca sinopsisnya tapi belum baca lengkap. Dua hari ini internet rumah bermasalah jadi ngga bisa nonton korea. Tumbennya, saya ngga terlalu grasa grusu minta dibenerin kaya biasa. Malah sibuk cari bacaan dan inget ini.

Buku ini menceritakan Pamela, seorang ibu Amerika yang tinggal di Paris melihat bahwa orangtua dan anak-anak Prancis itu berbeda dengan anak-anak dan orangtua di Amerika. Pamela mengamati bahwa anak-anak Prancis sudah tidur sepanjang malam di tiga bulan usia mereka, makan dengan baik, makan segala jenis sayuran, jarang tantrum, bisa menikmati waktu mereka sendiri tanpa harus ditemani orangtua terus menerus dan masih banyak lagi.

Di buku ini dijelaskan bahwa orang Prancis itu punya standar yang SAMA tentang cara mereka mengasuh bayi. Seperti kurikulum yang terstandarisasi secara nasional, dipakai satu negara. Ngga ada yang namanya parenting expert atau aliran-aliran yang berbeda, semua menjalani hal yang sama. Ngga ada beda pola asuh sama mertua karena ya semua menjalani hal yang sama.

Perkenalan di buku ini dimulai dari pengamatan Pamela tentang bagaimana anak-anak Prancis bersikap ketika makan di restoran. Dia membandingkannya dengan anaknya sendiri. Dia melihat anak-anak Prancis duduk tenang di high chairnya, ,menunggu makanannya, dan menghabiskan makanan mereka dengan tenang. Hal ini dia amati bukan pada satu dua orang. Dari cara makan ini, Pamela mulai memperhatikan hal-hal lain dan menyadari, orangtua Prancis ini melakukan sesuatu yang berbeda dari orangtua Amerika yang dia tau.

Pertanyaan pertanyaan seperti bagaimana anak Prancis bisa makan sayur tanpa paksaan, mereka hanya makan pada saat waktu makan dan tidak ada atau hampir tidak ada jam snack, anak-anak terlihat gembira dan orangtua mereka sangat atentif, bayi sudah tidur sepanjang malam sejak usia tiga bulan, anak-anak Prancis tidak tantrum sedangkan anaknya adalah satu-satunya yang melakukan itu ketika di taman, dan masih banyak lagi.

Semakin menggali dan bertanya, Pamela menemukan bahwa orangtua Prancis tersebut tidak merasa melakukan sesuatu yang istimewa dan hampir semua orangtua yang dia temui pun melakukan hal yang sama. Para orangtua di Prancis dapat mengatur bagaimana mereka terlibat tanpa jadi terobsesi terhadap anak mereka. Mereka sangat menyadari bahwa orangtua tidak harus selalu menjadi ‘pelayan’ anak, bahkan sedari mereka kecil.

Saya sudah 2 tahun jadi ibu dan mempraktekan duluan isi buku ini bukan karena lebih tau dari penulisnya, tapi karena dibesarkan dengan cara yang sama oleh ibu yang menghabiskan lebih dari 35th hidupnya dengan budaya Prancis yang kuat. Termasuk cara mendidik anak.

Ini terdengar ngga meyakinkan karena ketika saya jadi ibu, ibu saya sudah ngga ada. Saya menjalani hal yang sama dengan bekal semua ingatan tentang banyaknya obrolan dengan ibu saya. Makin ngga meyakinkan karena seberapa banyak sih bisa ingat buat praktekin semua?

Jawabannya : banyak, karena cuma sedikit.

Ide besar french parenting ini cuma dua. Ada DUA hal utama yang dijalankan oleh seluruh orangtua di Prancis yang mana dua hal tersebut merupakan dua hal dasar yang harus dikuasai anak sejak bayi. Dua hal paling penting yang sangat berpengaruh ke banyak hal dalam hidup, hingga dewasa.

Makan dan tidur.

Dua hal utama ini juga hal saya terapkan :

1. Jadwal waktu dan tempat tidur.

Bayi diajarkan untuk tidur sendiri sejak dia pulang ke rumah dan setelah tiga bulan mereka sudah bisa tidur semalaman tanpa terbangun.

Seperti yang ada di buku, anak saya tidur di kamar sendiri dan di tempat tidur sendiri sejak dia pulang ke rumah. Kalau kamar sendiri agak sulit, seminimal-minimalnya adalah tempat tidur sendiri.

Buat saya, tiga trimester pertama ngga ada apa2nya dibanding trimester ke 4 alias tiga bulan pertama. Dengan bantuan yang waktu itu cukup minim, hal yang paling logis dilakulan adalah memudahkan diri sendiri dan cara ini salah satunya.

Dengan tidur sendiri di kamar sendiri, sangat membantu buat saya yang menganggap tidur malam cukup itu adalah separuh dari kesehatan jiwa. Kalo waktu dan tempat tidur ini ngga saya terapkan dari awal, mungkin trimester lima dan seterusnya akan sama ngerinya.

Setelah tiga bulan, jarang sekali saya bangun tengah malam. Seperti yang ditulis di buku ini, kalo nangis biasanya saya ngga langsung dateng. Tunggu dulu. Kalo masih nangis baru diliat, bukan diangkat. Di puk2 dulu. Biasanya berenti tidur lagi. Kalo ngga berenti juga baru dicek popoknya basah atau ngga. Kalo basah ganti. Kalo ngga puk-puk lagi sampai tidur.

Sekali lagi, ini adalah dalam kondisi normal bayi sehat ya. Karena ada masanya bayi mengalami growth spurt atau memang lagi sakit.

Belajar tidur sepanjang malam ini dilakukan secara bertahap Bayi menyusu tengah malem wajar di beberapa minggu sampai bulan pertama. Tapi bisa dilatih dengan mulai kasih interval. Awal-awal dua jam sekali, pelan-pelan naikin jadi tiga-empat jam sekali. Lalu jadi lima-enam jam sekali. Lama-lama akan tidur sepanjang malam setelah tiga bulan.

Ini agak sulit karena pasti resah denger bayi nangis dan orang Indonesia itu ngga tegaan. Di sini baik bayi dan orangtuanya sama-sama belajar. Si bayi belajar untuk menidurkan dirinya sendiri, orangtuanya belajar mengenali jenis tangisan bayinya. Dua-duanya belajar menahan diri buat menghadapi PR masing-masing. Kalo tiap nangis diangkat, orangtua merusak proses belajar bayinya.

Apa sih kok bayi disuruh belajar menahan diri?

Proses belajar tidur yang ngga tuntas ini efeknya akan terlihat di jangka panjang. Anak-anak yang kurang bisa mengendalikan emosi, cepat menyerah dan berhenti ketika mengalami kesulitan, ngga sabar melakukan sesuatu sampai selesai, dan ini akan terbawa hingga dewasa.

Setelah tiga bulan, semua lebih mudah karena jadwal dan jam biologisnya sudah terbentuk. Shift saya selalu mulai di jam 4 pagi dan berakhir di jam 8 malam maksimal. Di atas jam 8 waktunya saya istirahat. Ini berlaku di manapun, termasuk liburan. Juga sangat memudahkan sekali ketika sudah masuk usia sekolah. Ngga pernah ada cerita saya nungguin begadang.

2. Makan

Banyak sekali di post sebelumnya saya menjelaskan bahwa makan adalah satu hal paling penting yang tidak bisa ditawar. Sejak Langit mulai makan, apapun keadaannya, kata tidak mau makan ngga ada di kamus saya. Ngga suka satu, saya akan ganti yang lain. Makannya lama, saya tunggu (sambil marah-marah). Selain itu, Langit harus makan apa yang disediakan. Di usia 10 bulan saya mulai mengenalkan merica, ,di 11 bulan Langit mulai makan cabe merah, dan makan seperti yang orang dewasa makan. Langit tau dimana dia harus duduk ketika makan, dan tau makan hanya selesai ketika piringnya kosong. Sampai hari ini, saya belum pernah mengalami gerakan tutup mulut yang terkenal itu.

Bukan karena sekedar persisten, tapi juga karena rasa. Seperti yang dijelaskan di buku ini, anak-anak Prancis telah terbiasa sedari awal terpapar dengan banyak macam rasa. Sayur, buah ,karbohidrat, protein. Itu juga yang saya lakukan. Buat saya, bayi itu seperti orang dewasa, apa enaknya makan makanan hambar bukan? Garam bukan satu-satunya penambah rasa. Ada banyak pengganti garam, yang alami. Langit terbiasa dengan rasa yang kuat. Makanan gorontalo seperti kua bugis, garo, bilandango, iloni, atau apapun itu punya rasa yang kuat.

Tapi, bukan berarti tidak makan yang hambar. Langit makan segala jenis sayur, dari yang di tumis seperti toge, sawi, atau sayur kukus seperti labu dan kacang panjang, atau yang berbumbu balado seperti pare dan terong. Langit juga tidak punya snack time khusus. Makan umumnya dilakukan pada jam makan.

Sejalan dengan hal ini, di salah satu keluarga yang Pamela wawancarai, ibu Prancis ini menganut prinsip makan adalah tentang mencoba berbagai rasa yang disediakan. Tidak masalah seberapa banyak yang anak-anaknya habiskan, tapi yang wajib adalah mencoba semua yang disediakan. Tidak ada istilah menu anak. Anak makan sesuai dengan yang orang dewasa makan, hanya tekstur disesuaikan. Tidak heran anak-anak Prancis tersebut sudah dapat membedakan berbagai jenis rasa keju, yang merupakan salah satu makan wajib di Prancis.

Ketika ada satu jenis makanan yang anak tidak suka, bukannya di stop tapi diberikan kembali dalam tekstur yang berbeda. Salah satu hal yang membuat saya tertawa adalah cerita Pamela tentang suaminya yang menghadiri acara dengan teman-teman kantornya. Suaminya memceritakan bahwa teman-teman lakinya tidak membicarakan wanita sama sekali. Mereka hanya membahas satu hal : makanan.😁

Selain tidur dan makan, ada satu hal penting lain yang harus diajarkan sejak dini oleh orangtua kepada anak-anak : menyapa Bonjour.

Satu bab di buku ini menceritakan tentang bagaimana menyapa dengan Bonjour adalah hal yang sangat krusial di Prancis. Hal ini bukan sekedar norma sosial, tetapi juga merupakan program nasional. Anak-anak Prancis bisa dimaafkan jika mereka belum bisa mengatakan tolong dan terima kasih, tapi tidak jika mereka lupa/sengaja tidak menyapa ‘Bonjour’. Mereka akan dicap sebagai anak yang tidak terdidik dengan baik.

Bab lainnya juga menceritakan betapa pasangan Prancis ini mengutamakan hubungan antara suami istri, dan mereka sebagai individu di atas anak-anak mereka. Sejak usia awal, anak-anak Prancis sudah masukan creche atau day care dan ibu mereka kembali bekerja. Adalah hal yang normal orangtua menitipkan anaknya ketika weekend,bisa kepada kakek neneknya atau baby sitter sementara mereka akan bepergian. Salah satu orangtua menerapkan ketik weekend, anak-anaknya tidak diizinkan untuk membuka pintu kamar orangtua mereka sampai orangtuanya sendiri yang membuka pintu kamarnya.

Salah satu pengamatan Pamela tentang orangtua Amerika yang menurut saya juga mirip sekali dengan banyak kasus di Indonesia adalah over-stimulating. Ia menjelaskan bagaimana seorang anak sudah dijejali dengan berbagai kursus olahraga,seni, dan skill kognitif lainnya sejak usai dini. Sedangkan orangtua Prancis sama sekali tidak melakukan hal tersebut. Satu kalimat yang paling saya ingat dan suka, “toddler job is clear, they’re toddling around,”.

Baca sampai bab 13, ngga berenti-berenti saya heran, kagum, seneng, dengan semua yang ditulis buku ini. Kenapa? Buku ini menjelaskan, menceritakan dan menjabarkan dengan detil hampir semua hal yang saya lakukan selama dua tahun jadi ibu yang ternyata sudah dijalankan oleh satu negara yang entah sejak kapan dan semua hal ini dijalankan berdasarkan riset. Bukan sekedar budaya yang ngga jelas akarnya.

Secara subyektif, saya jelas sangat menyukai buku ini karena hampir di seluruh babnya sangat relatable dengan yang saya alami, terapkan, dan puas dengan hasilnya. Metode ini berjalan baik untuk saya dan Langit. Meskipun saya kerja part-time dan kebanyakan nemenin Langit di rumah,saya punya waktu sendiri yang tidak terganggu. Saya menyediakan play yard supaya dia bisa bermain sendiri dan tidak mengganggu ketika saya di dapur misalnya. Saat ini, meskipun jarang main di play yard, kalo saya ingin istirahat saya biarkan dia main sendiri sementara saya tidur siang. Dan dia sangat ngerti untuk tidak ganggu. Kalo sudah cape,dia akan tidur sendiri di kasurnya.

Secara objektif, cover di buku ini menjelaskan bahwa bukan hanya saya yang bilang bagus. Ini merupakan salah satu New York Times best seller untuk buku parenting.

Kalo What To Expect saya anggap seperti buku petunjuk parenting dan perkembangan bayi di setiap bulan, Bringing Up Bébé ini seperti baca novel yang sangat enak dibaca, lebih lagi, karena sudah diterapkan, jadi sangat menikmati😊

Kalo mau baca sinopsis yang bahasa Inggris bisa ke link ini.

Semoga tertarik membaca ya buat (calon) orangtua😀!

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Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

It’s Matched!

I once wrote about five different things about Langit here.

Reading Pamela Druckerman’s Bringing Up Bébé can’t stop me from smiling. 

It explains precisely what I have been applying for these two years raising the baby, those all were done too in French parenting.

I also once wrote about this. It turns out that French gives more influences than I thought. 

After all, no wonder I love this country a lot.

Pamela Druckerman is an American mother who raises her daughter in Paris and found lots of fact how French children act differently from Americans,in a good way. 
Comparing to what happen in Indonesia, here is pretty similar with those American style. Reading this one will give another good point of view about parenting, which I have been doing and finding it works well with me. Very well. Not to say it is the best one, of course😊.

If you’re fond of any parenting books, try not to skip this one!

Posted in Maternité, Thoughts

School is (not yet) Cool

Parenting provides many theories that will give you headache when you try your best to follow them. It sounds good and ideal when you read them, but when you go to the real practice, nah, no single good theories seem fit to every parenting. 

Combinations of parents situation, support systems, child preference, and many other things that make one thing works well with some while fails for others. School, baby school to be precise, is one thing that we thought before would work well for the baby but turned out it didn’t.

School here means a playschool. An hour a week, with parents involved. We thought she needed some interactions with other same age kids, and my sister in law recommended one that her child attended.

The first term we joined the class, it was far from our expectations. The baby was hardly enjoy the activities, less attentive facilitators, more, it gives me anxiety. While other families were busy doing what’s been instructed, I was busy chasing the baby here and there. More, le husband was rarely present due to his shift schedules. So, when others were at least a team of two or even three, I was often a solo fighter. Eight out of eight meetings, never once we skipped it. No matter how anxious I had been, I am never a quitter.

Finished one term, did we give up? No, we signed for another term, reluctantly ( for me). Thought it might be better since she had it for the second time. Thought she would and should have been more familiar with the activities, the class, and others.

The second term turned out to be … not any better. It made at least both of the mother and baby felt tired enough. I decided to stop coming after six meetings. We had had enough. 

After she turned two few last weeks, the schooling idea was brought up again, more from her dad, to make the verbal skill better. I have been torn in between. In spite my hesitations here and there, I didn’t just sit around and wait. I visited nearby daycare and pre-school, asked about their programme, and sadly, not one suited me. Instead of explained what they have, do,and offer there, they went with the numbers we should pay first. Such a major turn off.

Last week, she had a trial in another one with le husband while I was working and the result was pretty much same. She couldn’t stand being inside for quite some time, doing any sitting activities, but survived well in the playground.

I am getting more and more certain, she hasn’t been into and ready for school yet.

I decided and had it pictured from a long time ago, once I am a mother, I will stay with my child while working for several hours, in certain days. Lucky enough, the wish is granted. I work three days a week, for maximum of four hours, in a close distance workplace from home. Even one of them is within walking distance.

I strongly believe, no matter what and how, the best nurture in early life of a child comes from the mother. I believe the baby’s first and best school is the one at home with the mother. Even in Islam, it says the children first madrasah (school) is mother. No matter how lazy,ignorant or whatever bad things the mother has, guess no mothers want their child to be lack of something. Same goes with me.

I might be not that expert, nor patient, but I surely care about my own baby. Taking care the baby alone pushes me to read and read more. Combine it with my own intuition, up to now, we’re doing good. Alhamdulillah. I dare say, except the verbal skill, the baby is somehow doing differently well from others, like these and this.

I have been pushing myself to go out more often,bring the baby to groceries, driving somewhere nearby, enjoying ice cream at the restaurant, just two of us alone. Surprisingly, I enjoy it a lot. Even more pleasant, the baby seems happy too. We sing during driving, mentioning name of things, or eating snacks. She sits nicely next to the driver, me.

We have a singing time every Wednesday morning. Sing the children songs while I am playing piano. She is able to sit only up to four songs, the rest she is doing it while going here and there.

Then, today I found a very good reading that matched my questions about sending a baby this age to school. The answers bring my confidence back and happy that what I believe is something that I can still hold on to.

The current best school for my baby is still at home, with me.

Have a good read on this one!

Posted in Past learning, Thoughts

The Other Side of November

Like everything in this world, there’s always two sides of something. So is November. After the happy occasion, then we move to the other side.

It’s been four years, yet it still can’t be helped to remember every details without flowing tears. A dark rainy afternoon made the pain felt more hurt and real. As if the sky was crying a lot with her gone.

The one who set the standard how one should live. Do your best, dream and make it real, finish what you have started, give a lot, trust your own self and your God the most, don’t take what is not yours, and know how to feel enough with what you have and been given. 

The one who had the honour to left exactly two weeks after Hajj, paid her zakat, fasting for five days, done ashar prayer, and recited syahadat. 


The one who really showed the best way one should live and the most wanted way one would return.

The woman I call mother.

In this life, I have so many things I have been so grateful for. Being my mom’s daughter was, is, and will always be on the top of my list.

It’s greater than gratefulness. It’s an honour to be given birth, raised, and loved by her.

Sending my best prayer for the one I love the most.

Till we meet again, bu…

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité

The Enjoyably Challenging Second Year

Another year has passed!!

Alhamdulillah. 

Motherhood is surely never getting easier by years. When you’re done with something, then another one followed. It will give you new things to learn until the end.

Second year might not be easier, but it is surely more enjoyable in some parts that the first year wasn’t. Second year allowed us to go as far as Paris, enjoyed the trip healthily and back home happily without having too much concern about doing breastfeeding in public, bringing baby’s food here and there, finding baby chair, or baby friendly restaurant.

The perks of having little help around is you can (and have to) do almost everything by yourself. It might be tired sometimes,but honestly this one really works for both of us well.

These two introverts work best when it is just the two of us. Since months ago, we’re able to go here and there by ourselves. Either by driving alone or by taxi,even bajaj. Groceries, pediatrician visit, playing in indoor playground, or wherever as long as the distance is reasonable. Without any companions, it’s more enjoyable,at least for me. The baby, as long as she has her snack,books, and some songs to sing, we’re good.

Being with her 24/7 makes almost everything that I set for her work efficiently. She eats nicely, sitting on the chair until the end, eat what has been served, three times a day. People are often surprised knowing what she eats. She eats pare, kuabugis kambing, curry, ikan balado, she eats all.

I have seen enough parents who do almost everything for their children. With everything, I mean like small tasks that the child actually can do. Since I have no help, the best thing to do is to teach the baby to do things for herself by herself.

She knows now that she has to put her shoes in the rack, changed her clothes after going out, put  the dirty laundry in the basket, return things to its places, and she has some small tasks like when it’s time for fruit shopping, it is her job to put he oranges to the bowl. She will happily bring a plastic bag of oranges to the kitchen, then put those one by one to the fruit bowl. Then, she puts the plastic bag to the rack.

She also knows that she has to clean up her own mess. Whenever she spills something, I give her tissue then she starts cleaning. Though it’s not that clean, it’s good enough for a two year baby. After cleaning, she puts the tissue to the trash bin. 

One of my golden rules for her is she can’t take, play, or use something that doesn’t belong to her. She start having better and better understanding with this. Once, in her grandma’s house, she saw a phone on the table and seemed interesting in it. She looked at it for a while and seemed want to touch it. Then, she stopped and left it alone.

Even when she took mine or her dad’s, when we ask it back, she runs fast and give it back while saying ‘hasyi’ (makasi-red)😀.

She knows it’s time to pray when adzan is heard. She knows she has to be silent during adzan. After I finish praying, she will sit on my lap,raising her hand like doing pray position, then I recite the pray. At the end, she will say Amin happily. My hilarious baby girl😁.

Showing anger,dislikeness and similar unpeasant emotions is someting challenging to deal with on this second year. More patiences are keep being uploaded (slowly).

Her vocabularies are getting better by days. Some songs she has been halfly able to sing it start being completed. Like her favorite alphabet song, the letters are now almost completed all. Two words sentence is still on progress. 

Alhamdulliah, until now, she hasn’t tasted any medecine and go to the doctor only when it is her vaccine schedule. While she also doesn’t let me experience the famous GTM. A healthy child is worth more than any big amounts of money.

Well, mother surely talk (and brag) a lot about their child (and their achievements), don’t they?

Then, I have said enough.

Saying that I had little help around might be true and untrue.I surely don’t have any babysitter or full time helper taking care the baby, house, and the men. But, I surely always have the invisible hand whose help always comes in the right time.

The assurance that I won’t be ever left alone, going through whatever things happen to me, gives more strength than one could imagine.All of us being healthy, financially suffice, no, it’s not merely on us. It’s the One, The Greatest that allows it to be happened.

So, our greatest gratefulness always be for Allah Al-Mighty.

Happiest birthday, Langit Senja Almakirana. You don’t need to be the best in everything. Be the very best of the ultimate version of yourself. You’ve been doing well and will keep doing so.

I might often being impatient. Bear with me,  baby. Nothing I have done and will do unless I hope it will be good for you.

Be very sure that you will always have my loudest, longest,and most sincere pray to be with you through all the way.

Too happy, are you?😆

Keep healthy and happy like you always do. I love you.

The little pianist in Charles de Gaulle boarding lounge

Ready for more adventures, shall we?I am more ready than you are, Mom😉

Posted in Places, Travel

Moving On Is Hard

Maubert Mutualité metro station. The nearest one from the apartment
Jardin des Tuilleries
Pont des Arts

A month passed and still can’t get over the dream trip. Couldn’t help posting unposted pictures of this beautiful city until now. Every corner gives the highest pleasure for your eyes, which will be forever saved in your heart.

You will never get bored in and of Paris.
Ever, I guess.