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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

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

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.

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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.

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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.

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The One that (Won’t) Got Away

Dear little girl,

As you grow, you will slowly understand that the biggest and longest battle that you will face is the one you do…

with your self.

The most important relationship you will build is the one..

with yourself.

People come and go. Yourself stays.

Relationship with yourself will become the anchor for any relationships you build with others.

In his famos video and book , The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch said :

“Put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others”.

Donc, the one that you should take care first and foremost is..

yourself.

Along the way, you will find there will be some who laugh at you.

Be gentle with them.

But, I believe you will also find few who will laugh with you.

Be extremely kind with this one.

Posted in Books, Thoughts

My Best Friend

The best thing about having books as your best friend is there’s always the right one on the right time.

Certain books will find you in a specific situation, right when you need them the most.

The way they ‘talked’ without any noise or annoying voice is comforting.

The way they ‘listened’ to your situation without any interruption is soothing.

The way you can relate to the characters situation makes you able to reflect deeply.

The way they provide new insight to your real life problems scientifically is enlighting.

Zero percent possibility of judgement, drama, lie, or shame that instead of feeling better, would make you feel worse after sharing your problems.

A book is the kindest best friend you can give to yourself.

Reading by no means is the best habit one could do to both your brain and heart that will give long last, safe and secure protection that no one could take from you.

Good food, good sleep, and regular exercise will keep you physically healthy.

Good book will help you to be mentally healthy.

Definitely what we need to stay sane in this crazy world.

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The Contrast

So much to feel.

So little to write.

So many words to say.

So little voice to elaborate.

So much dark clouds inside.

So little sunshine outside.

So many problems to solve.

So little ability to sort.

So much fear for the future.

So little courage in the present.

So many questions asked.

So little answers receieved.

So much happiness given.

So little gratitude returned.

So many battles to fight.

So little energy to start.

So much tears to cry.

So little smile to display.

When things get tough,

doing your best feels far from enough.

But, there’s no space for rest.

Because there’s no time to waste.

Try hard to keep in mind

those efforts are safely stored

until the right time defines

kind of result we deserve

So I hope.

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Anxiety Pill

There is certain anxiety level that no amount of good sleep, good food, good book, good show, good music, or even good exercise and good long pray can make the anxious feeling away.

This certain level of anxiety could only be tamed (a little bit) by…

scrubbing the whole bathroom.

Scrubbing hard every part of the bathroom feels like scrubbing the darkness felt inside, watching the dirt away feels like watching some light slowly appears.

It doesn’t solve the problem, but it surely helps to think more clearly and chase the right amout of monster inside.

Whenever it feels too suffocating, bathroom cleaning is my escape.

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Whinnings and The Cure

  • On reading many samples book on google play,

“So many interesting books, so limited budget”.

  • After reading and watching some videos about the best education around the world,

“Is it really possible to catch up with these kids with our current old style/conventional school/method? If yes, when?”

  • On dealing with this lockdown (by schedules, by closure, by anxiety, worry, and whatever),

“Were that London days real? Why these three months feel like forever?Why being grateful feels so hard these days?”

  • Being with the little girl 24/7 without break, being her teacher in every subject, it starts getting more suffocating. But, witnessing how her language seems regressing, it made me whine louder.

“I want break. Proper break. I am so tired.

Also me,

“Where else should I search for therapists? What do I miss?”

Whinning changes nothing.

But, there are times that I don’t want to hear any flowery words and just embrace the hard days as they are. To complain. To not compare what I have with what others dont. To feel as low as it can be. To drop everything and just doing nothing.

(Maybe) I’ll pick up myself better tomorrow.

Or next week. So I thought.

It turns out there is something bigger than my whinnings and it makes the hard days feel slightly better.

The daily habits.

No matter how hard it is, I no longer could stop myself of waking up at 4.30 and ready for breakfast.

No matter how shitty it feels, I couldn’t stop myself to do the least morning routines : reading and piano lesson with the little girl.

No matter how low it seems, I couldn’t stop myself from doing afternoon exercise with Heather. Even it’s only for 20 minutes.

No matter how messy I look, I couldn’t stop myself from tidying up the house, cleaning the sink from dishes, and start preparing meals for next days.

Last but not least, pressing the publish button in this app.

The good habits build during good days saved myself during the bad ones.

For countless times.

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(Home)School in the Time of Corona

Recently, I read a journal about understanding generation alpha. It provides some interesting takes about these 2010-2025 born children who will be the largest generation of the history in the world.

Generation Alpha is defined by technological devices like smartphones and tablets, and smart speakers that speak back to you.

Like the little girl who always calls Alexa for doing the job that human usually does,

“Alexa, turn on tv!

“Alexa, what time is it?”

“Alexa, what’s the weather like today?”

Until few years ago, it’s totally unthinkable to do learnings in such ways we do right now. More, for small children like this alpha bunch. But, when change is unavoidable, the only way to survive is to adapt.

Three months without registered in any formal schools, as a parent and teacher, I am amused, amazed, and confused by these drastic changes that happened in learning.

Amused by how easy to learn about anything we want on our finger tips. How fluent this kid on navigating all these technologies. Something that is totally unavailable when I was at her age. There’s so much truth in the hadith which said that we should educate our children according to their time, not ours.

Amazed with the whole new ways of learning that we have to adapt, like doing online lessons, teaching and learning subjects without headache thanks to those brilliant apps.

There is one app called Numbots for learning basic Math. We got this from her previous school in London during last year lockdown. We were lucky that this one is still available for us to use. She is the only one in her class who is still religiously playing with this app.

Other than amused and amazed, I am also confused by the huge, wide, range of choices available and sometimes it feels overwhelming to decide what’s and what’s not important.

“Do the kids at her age really need to know about this?” me to my self everytime I am doing some research about her lesson.

For me, current schooling and learning become so easy, yet tricky and scary.

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The highlight of doing this homeschooling on our own is the freedom to decide whatever we want to learn.

Being strict with the basic seven days a week for Math, Reading-Writing, Piano and Quran. But, totally relax about the rest.

This week is about fulfilling the promise made to write to a friend. Albeit the current tech we have, we’re going back to the basic this time.

A hand writing letter, with paper and envelope. Instead of clicking the send button on the screen, to post office we went. Glued the stamps on the envelope and let the other things beyond our control decide whether it will reach the receiver or not.

Sometimes I wonder whether these kids miss a lot or not at all about not being able to experience the way people before them do things in the past.

In some ways, homeschooling fits us so well. The flexibility, the slow pace, the excitement of learning. No unnecessary pressure of doing something for the sake of score/test. It’s liberating. The response whenever I said,

“Shall we have a break today from study time?”
(I love break so much!)

would be

“No! we have to study!”

There’s nothing more I want and hope that her future school will keep such flame alive.

Last year take on the same title.