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Half Year in London

Today’s marked as the sixth month since we set our foot in this city. Facing lots of uncertainties, from the most basic thing as place to live, jobs, school, until how to manage day by day in this land of strangers, and many more. It is the first longest time I survive living in other part of the world than Jakarta.

Along these six months, we adapt and adjust quite well here. Overall, although it’s not easy, but life has been pretty good to us. We sleep and eat well, pay our bills on time, able to enjoy some meals outside. In spite of the weather, we have been surviving it with all the resources we have, even doing lots of winter trips (too many, in facts😁). In some parts, I feel like repeating what I had been living back in 1994 during time spent for 1,5 months in Manchester as I wrote in Miles away from home, chapter 1: Manchester.

Our moving to London turned out to be not only for accompanying the doctor for his fellowship, but it is also for me, and especially Langit. For years, I have been asking continously about something, reading as much as I can, looking everywhere for the answer, and here, I finally found the answer. Another more serious post would elaborate this later.

One of the funny big changes happened during these months is how I turn 180 degrees from hating white milk and corn flake to loving it until it becomes my daily lunch three times a week. Yes, cornflake and white milk for lunch. I think about it with a happy heart.

Working as a fellow doctor in unfamiliar place with unfamiliar system and environment, every day, is surely hard. But, the less underrated hardship is not knowing what to do.

Routine is one of the most important things that contribute a lot to your sanity and happiness. Routine is something that even a baby should master from the beginning of his life.

No matter how hard is for the doctor and my daughter, they have a fixed schedule. The doctor and my daughter know what to do, where to go, in the morning, they have their own routine and more valid reason, he is being paid for it. So, it’s more of responsibility and something that should be done.

I had been doing many things before, earning my own money since I was the first years in college, chasing and checking my bucket lists, jumped from having so many things to do, living jobs I love, having enough money for my personal needs, taking care of things here and there a whole week, then suddenly having TOTALLY none, other than taking care Langit and the house. How insignificant would that feel?

One would never understand until (s)he’s wearing the same shoes.

As I always believe, no one should be responsible for your own happiness. Happiness is something that you should fight for and find within yourself. If you cant make it on your own, no one would and could ever make you happy.

Thus, as soon as everyone was settled with their own routines, I started finding mine. I have been joining an exercise class since I was 18. It’s one of my favorite routines. So, the first thing I did was registered in nearby exercise class. So far, I enjoy it a lot.

The next thing was looking for some works to do outside. I was looking, reading many things on the internet until I found something that suited me the most and, strangely, it feels satisfying. This one also deserves another post alone.

I also signed up for an exam and currently waiting for the result. Those before exam days were one of the most highly spiritful days. Having something to look forward to, having something that you want to achieve, I can’t imagine life without something that you want to strive for.

Another best thing living here is having enough time to do things that really matter the most. During these six months, I have spared and allocated my time and energy to teach Langit some new things and once again, I couldn’t believe, it feels so rewarding.

We’re learning new things together, doing it everyday, no excuse. In these few months, I have seen how daily habits done little by little, make so much difference. I could not say how grateful and proud I am of her.

I also have enough time to do things I love. Reading and traveling. Good library full of great books and good public transport allow me to enjoy the life in this city whole-heartedly. I have been reading much more books in these six months than I have in the last 10 years maybe.

Once a week, I set some new place to visit by trying new route through bus, underground, or overground within zone 2 oyster card. I love the walking around here and there in silence, watching people, seeing new things. I am grateful beyond words to be granted such chance to live in this city.

Guess that’s the general update for now.

May everyone stay safe and be protected from any harms as this year has been so rough from the beginning.

Just like Barney the dinosaur said, with modification,

Cause life is tough. And so are you.

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Trips and Twists

This post was written almost a year ago before the Summer in Seoul trip. It was written right when I thought I found a happy ending. But, the bigger storm turned out coming right after this writing finished.

But, as many other previous storms, it finally ended and the one who stayed, finally stay, thankfully until now.

April, 2019.

I remember writing two posts about twist when I had my first Ilana Tan trip. I knew dream and twist are inseparable, but it turns out that trip and twist are coming together too. Escpecially when it’s trip abroad.

Twist is unavoidable, but as if it is not enough, most of the time, they came one by one like layered twists. One came, solved, then another came and so on. Until when? Until the very last minute. Judging from my social media posts, almost all the trip seems flawless. What people don’t know is what it takes until we ‘deserved’ such trips.

All these Ilana Tan trips also come with twists. Paris has been told in previous post. Spring in London was quite high tension because it was the time when the doctor had his very last national exam for residency. At that time, the exam date would be between 22-23 April, either he got Jakarta or Makassar. Our flight to London departed at 2 pm on 23rd April. While the rumour said because his base is in Jakarta then he would fly to Makassar.

It was one of those time when long and hard prayers were spelled in every breath. Prayed for the most possible exam date so he could go with us, as planned. As the date was getting closer yet without any official announcement, the heart was highly abused indeed. There were times when there felt like no hope. Once the news was out, it was either yes or no.

The result came just four days before departure. He got 22nd April in Jakarta afternoon session.

I felt so sorry and thankful for my heart that had been enduring such pain for weeks.

Tokyo was another long waiting for another announcement, once again, it was about the doctor stuff. It was about WKDS departure date and placement. We had been waiting for the news since January and it finally came out at the end of February. We were quite lucky that the date was safe enough for the trip. Compared to three other trips, Tokyo was the lightest one.

Now, Seoul. Getting permission from the doctor side is always nerve-wrecking but beside that, additional twists came too. Running a small bussiness is not easy but having a good team helps to reduce the headache a lot. For this past 1,5 months, I realize that every bussiness, especially the small one, depend a lot on its people.

It started when few months ago, the oldest team member that we treasured quite a lot said that he would resign by the following month. We usually didn’t hold anyone for resigning but this one we questioned him deeply whether he was sure about this. The answer was certain.

Then we started new recruitment process and decided to hire one person. It went smooth for the first week but then, the true character finally appeared. Tardy often, lots of excuses, the most unacceptable one, didn’t show up without any notice. For us who only hire two employees, each of them matters a lot. Losing one means disturbing the bussiness. Why dont we hire three? Cost.

In one day, looking for subtitute done. Luckily, the other candidate was still available and accepted the offer immediately. Repeating training process from zero was tiring and wasting time but there was nothing we could do. Getting one that was readily available was good enough.

Just two days after the new hire first day, his father passed away. So, we had to run with one again. Luckily, the other one who has been with us for a year is a reliable one. After the storm end, the one year person asked me if he could take a day off. It was arranged well with the new one that they would take turn. The senior got one day off on Monday, the new one got his on Saturday. Practically, everyone was having two and half days off. Win-win solution. The new hire was quite a fast learner too. So, another stormy period safely passed.

But, it was as if the Almighty up there said, “Do you really think it’s over? Come on, we still have time until your departure. Shall we have another one?”

You shall.

Two days before the senior days off, the new one texted that he needed to resign by Monday because he got another offer (better one of course), and his mother asked him to take it. It was Thursday evening and I had three days to find a replacement. At that time, I didn’t even have no words to say how pissed I was to that person. How the h*ll I could find a new employee in three days while the senior would also have his days off. I had no heart to cancel his trips. Meanwhile, my trip is only a week away.

Desperate and hopeless.

I refused to post any job ads online because it wouldn’t do us good to openly look for new hire within short time. The only option was to do close recruitment. Since we only had three days, I sent text to several people. Remember the oldest team who resigned? We contacted him first asked him to return. Why? Because, from our obsevation on his social media, he also had resigned from his new job. Survived his new job in less than a month. Kids nowadays.

After several text, he declined the offer. I was torn between relieved and dissapointed. Relieved because taking the old one means we are that desperate but it was the safest choice since we dont have to do any training anymore.

I decided to send texts to those who had contacted us before when they were asking for a job. Other than the old team, I also sent texts to few candidates from the last interview batch. Zero result.

That night felt too long.

The next Friday passed without any clear hopes. I couldn’t think any other way than waiting.

The pray answered in Saturday morning when I woke up and looked for my phone. An application letter arrived on the email. Neatly written and looked good. I replied the email immediately and it was so relieving that the boy replied instantly. A quick interview done, he started right away.

Two days after the senior returned from the trip, another hassle came. He got sick and should take another two days off. So, the new little boy had to go alone under my supervision.

That week was a hellish one. Juggling between this and that. Stayed late at store. Opening hour has been modified, doing whatever could be done to keep going.

The bright side, the new one is quite good at doing his main job and he is quite helpful. Eager to stay longer too. That means a lot for me. I hope this time, this one stays for a longer and proper time. Amin.

They said what doesn’t kill make you stronger. I know enough about that.

But, sometimes I just dont want to be strong and I’d rather just being safe. (Safe means no new plan for going places?)

Thats hard too.

Your choice, your battle.

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This Cool School

Sunset in The School Yard

If there’s one place in London which I could pour all my gratitude, it would be this ‘small’ public school in the south east London.

Normally, the school registration in London (or UK) should be done through the council website where you live. But,right after we found a place,we spent a whole Friday to visit all nearby schools asking if there was a place. Two out of three said they had no place for Langit’s age, one said they had but would still have to confirm it first.The school wasn’t that interesting and pretty far from our place.

We found another one by maps and decided to give it a try on the next Monday. It was only me and the little girl that day since the doctor had started his new work.

It felt like coming to a nice place from the beginning. The reception staffs were so kind. They confirmed instantly a place for her. Set up an appointment with school enrollment staff on that afternoon, told us she could start school the next Wednesday.

We happened to be not only coming to a nice place, but it turns out to be the right one too. Not only the teachers, Langit meets great friends too.

I observed how the kids were nicer. I couldn’t help making comparison when I remembered about what happened to her first day at school 2 years ago. It was on the school playground when she rode a tricycle and another bigger girl was aiming at her by continiously bumping her bike with hers.

It’s really nice to see that she has friends who call her name when they see her at the street and shout, “HI LENJIT!” ,friends who say goodbye to her when the school is over, “GOODBYE, LENJIT!”,friends who are giggling with her while waiting their name called on school pick up. Small things that were absence in her previous place,due to many reasons, other than herself.

I attended a workshop in the school last week when one of the staffs approached me and said,

“Are you perhaps, Langit’s mom?”

Yes, I am.

“Hi, nice to meet you! I am Hannah, I am working with Langit in speech and language session”.


“Ah, really? Nice to meet you too and thanks a lot for helping her. Is she doing okay?”

“Yes, she is doing great! We’re really happy with her progress”.

“Thank you. It’s really nice to hear that”.

“She’s doing well and, you know, she is so nice and lovely”.

It warmed my heart hearing the last words said by a very kind stranger.

I really love this school’s kindness. Almost all the staff I encountered with, they work as if they owe me something, ask us to take as many as we can from them. It’s not the best school with sophisticated facilities, but few months going to this school, my little girl has been so happy more than 1,5 years she spent in her previous school. Not that the previous was not good, it was a decent one as I wrote in School is (finally) Cool.

In Jakarta, she only went to school three times a week from 8.30-11.00. Here, she stays at school from 8.50-15.20 Monday to Friday. In spite such long hours and whole week of school, the fact that she has to ride her scooter in cold weather every morning, she seems so happy to go every day and being in as happy mood too whenever we pick her up in the afternoon.

On the way to school

The support given from the staff (been talking to some), the kindness, the knowledge they share, all little help that really matter for Langit and us make me pray for them to be granted in heaven.

How I wish to have this kind of school when we return later.

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Stuck

There are times when I feel so stuck and hopeless about things. No matter how hard, how long, how much energy, time, and money spent, the progress craved for is not signifcant enough. As if we would never be there.

It wasn’t the first time this feeling came of course. Knowing I had been in this stuck feeling before, once or twice is quite soothing. Knowing I once survived that, and finally got ‘there’, gives the slightest hope that I will be there too one day. God only knows when.

I have learned since a long ago that we don’t have to ask why we’re given this and that, because some parts of life happened are never under our control. No matter how often people glorify we always have choice, some things don’t offer one. You can’t quit, get rid or leave but to keep going with it.

Still, the heavy heart is here.

The frustration won’t go.

The anxiety keeps following.

The things to be grateful for are there, but it doesn’t make the problems dissappear.

There are times that I don’t feel like counting the blessings. There are times I don’t want to hear any consolation words.

There are times I just want to say it’s hard.

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Lurking

Received two grief news within a week of the passing of two women who were known through mutual acquaintances. Both were on my age, leaving their two little children behind. Although I didn’t know them personally, but still, the thought of the children who lost their mother in such young age is painful.

It’s a heart-wrenching reminder that life is actually the most fragile thing in the world. One tiny single thing could turn your life upside down. One single unmeaningful thing could lead to the broken of long-kept trust, no-turn-back separation, and the end of happy days you thought would last forever.

One ‘kun fayakun’ from the owner of this life could make you jump from the top of the world to the bottom of the earth core.

The scariest thing is that you have no control about this. Death and misfortunes are always lurking around, waiting for the exact time to appear after it’s being commanded from the owner of the whole life. No single second of negotiation, no matter how much effort you have done to anticipate any miscalculations.

Death should always be a constant and strong reminder to live kind of life which deserves to be granted a good ending. That is far from easy and not just everyone is granted with such good ending. What is a good ending? It’s up to us to choose what kind of things we aim to measure our life.

Watching my closest families died few times makes me believe one thing : the way we die determined by the way we live. We can’t choose our start, but we really can work hard for our ending. In the end, we only get the ending we deserve to have. Just like the future shaped from what we do today, the next life would be also the result of the deeds we have done in previous life.

Shouldn’t we then live the life like the famous line from Imam Ali Bin Abi Thalib RA?

Work for this world as if you will live forever and work for the here-after as if you will die tomorrow.

I pray that both families given the strength they need to go through everything, may those little children would be always protected, and may the mothers rest well.

Ready or not, finish or unfinish,

when it’s time to go, we go.

When it’s time to let go, we just have to let go.

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Tahun Baru, Lagu Lama

Hari pertama di tahun yang baru dibuka dengan berita banjir di Jakarta. Daerah rumah di Jakarta sudah sekitar 7 tahun ke belakang absen banjir. Dulu tiap siklus 5 tahun salah satu perumahan yang paling parah dan sering masuk tv. Udah pernah ngerasain di evakuasi pake perahu karet dari atap rumah di tahun 2007 kalo ngga salah.

Dapat kabar kalo kemarin perumahan kembali banjir, mobil sempat kemasukan air, dan beberapa rumah tetangga yang rendah, airnya sampai masuk ke rumah. Bahkan beberapa area yang dulunya bebas banjir kemarin jadi banjir, lebih buruknya ada korban jiwa.

Selain simpati, sedih, terus terang lebih banyak putus asa dan apatisnya.

Setelah mengira kita sudah maju cukup jauh, ternyata kembali ke titik yang sama. Salah satu hubungan tersulit adalah hubungan dengan negara dan kota tempat saya tinggal. Sulit sekali bisa bener-bener sayang. Saya percaya banyak orang baik, tapi kenyataannya orang-orang yang punya kesempatan, tanggung jawab lebih dan kekuatan signifikan untuk membangun, memperbaiki negara dan ibukota ini, pernah ngga sih benar-benar punya itikad itu?

Pernyataan kaya gini ngga perlu dipelintir jadi mulai aja dari diri sendiri, jangan semua mengharap pemerintah. Bukan itu poinnya. Sudah tugas pemerintah sebagai yang punya kuasa dan sumber daya untuk melakukan, membangun hal-hal yang sifatnya untuk kepentingan bersama. Tipikal sekali kalau negara/kota kita itu setiap ada bencana tindakannya selalu hanya kuratif. Tapi jaraaaaaanggg sekali yang preventif.

Waktu bencana terjadi semua sibuk turun tangan kasih bantuan. Buat yang swadaya dari masyarakat, perlu dikasih apresiasi. Tapi, yang dari pemerintah, kecuali yang berwenang sudah melakukan semua cara dengan kekuasaan dan kekuatan yang mereka punya untuk mencegah atau paling tidak meminimalisir kerugian yang ditimbulkan dari bencana, bantuan pada saat bencana itu omong kosong.

Setelah bencananya selesai, lupa lagi. Ngga pernah benar-benar dipikirkan harus apa sih supaya ngga terulang. Orang pinterya banyak tapi ngga ada yang benar-benar peduli. Ngga ngerti saya apa yang dipikirin. Sudah jelas ada siklusnya kapan curah hujan paling tinggi terjadi tiap tahun, sudah ada historinya kejadian di tahun 1997, 2002, 2007, Jakarta berubah jadi lautan. Kok bisa masih take it for granted juga? Gemes sampe pengen nangis saking frustasinya.

Pas bencana terjadi semua bantuan didatangkan. Tapi setelah bencana, keberlanjutan hidup harus dipikirkan sendiri lagi. Saya merasa kita ini punya negara auto pilot. Hampir semua harus diusahakan sendiri. Secara individu yang tangguh banyak, tapi secara karakter bangsa keseluruhan, jauh. Kebijakan yang berubah-ubah dalam segala hal, satu hal baik dari yang sebelumnya jarang sekali diteruskan dan lebih pilih jalankan yang baru atau malah ngga ada yang dikerjakan.

Sampai saya percaya, bahwa kemungkinan sampai seratus tahun ke depan, kita ngga akan pernah bisa maju.

Ini bukan hanya berlaku di soal banjir. Tapi di banyak hal seperti di pendidikan, kesehatan, dan fasilitas publik lain yang seharusnya sudah sewajarnya disediakan oleh negara untuk warganya. Tiga bulan di London, saya baca banyak sekali buku yang buat saya iri sekali dengan penulis-penulis yang cerita tentang keadaan negara yang ada di buku itu. Saya pengen sekali nulis dan bahas beberapa buku yang bikin saya iri ini. Nanti mungkin.

Saya inget pernah nulis ini waktu Indonesia ultah ke 73 kalo ngga salah,

Loving you is not easy.

Leaving you is not a choice.

Giving up on you would never be an option.

Happy birthday, Indonesia.

Please, grow up.

Mungkin ngga ya bisa terkabul, suatu saat entah kapan?

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Five Thoughts on the Fifth Years.

1. Since the day she was born
until she rides the scooter on her own,
it’s been a constant reminder that no matter what kind of shit thrown,
we’ll be never left (and walk) alone.

We are Liverpool.

2. Motherhood so far is the longest full time job I have survived.

It’s also the only one I would like to sign up.

3. Like the five brownies and five taste of macarons, it’s been sweet colorful years with her.

Like the five pieces of fruit in the stick shared with the friends, we should bite the most sour raspberry on ţhe top first, followed by less sour blueberry until we can taste the sweetness of the grape.

It’s kind of life I pray for her.

4. Most of the time, we’ll only get what we ask for.

Always ask carefully.

5. Stay healthy, be kind, and forever happy.

Happy birthday, Langit Senja.

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About (The Best Place for) Grocery Shopping in London

I once searched the same topic when I first came here last September. After the honeymoon period of tourist mode was over, the budget was getting tighter, it was only right to find an alternative to do grocery shopping other than in the famous supermarket like Tesco and Sainsbury, or even the higher level one like Mark and Spencer and Waitrose. Once we settled with our flat, the searching for the most reasonable place for grocery shopping became urgent since daily needs and most of our money would be spent there.

The term ‘the best’ here refers to several variables such as price, quality, and availability of the product. We are quite lucky to live in area where we could get the best of those variables in easily accessible places.

When it comes to price, Lidl is obviously on the top of the list. It’s the cheapest among any other supermarkets. When you need fresh vegetables, onion, garlic, fruit, mushroom, Lidl is a better place, even compared to traditional market. With such price, the quality is as well good.

You can get garlic at the same amount with lesser price in Lidl. For example, one pack of garlic in an asian store at traditional market is £1, in Lidl with exactly same amount, even bigger, it costs only 0.62 pence. I paid £1 for two large onions in traditional market, but only spent 0.53 pence for a bag of onion (contain 6-7 pieces of medium onion).

When you go to other supermarkets, the cheapest box of cornflake costs around £2-2,5, in Lidl, assuming you are not fanatic about one brand, with the same thing for cereal, it costs only 50-80 pence. The difference matters (a lot to me).

They even have a pack of rice for only 45 pence. Bless this place of budget saver.

So, Lidl wins for the price and quality.

How about availability and variations?

For these two, Lidl has a rival named ASDA. When it comes to price, Lidl is only slightly cheaper than Asda. The difference is only 5-10 pence for the same item. Asda is better when it comes to variation of products. They have better much selections of spices, frozen food, kind of milk, pastries, and donuts. Another plus point from Asda, they have Halal section on their store. Although they are quite pricey, but the variation leaves you with many choices. You can find lots of halal certified frozen food in Asda. Other than food, you could find home appliances too in big Asda store with pretty good price.

Our microwave was not working well last week and had it repaired costs more than having a new one, we went to Asda to buy new microwave for only £35. Compared to the items we saw in the kitchen appliances store, which cost twice than Asda, it is safe to say that it’s really a good deal.

I always do grocery shopping on Monday. Although lots of promo are offered on weekend, but, doing it on Monday is more preferable. Just like what I did back in Jakarta. Tip Top on weekend is one of the scariest place to be, so does Lidl, Tesco and Asda. Maybe not as scary as Tip Top, but still.

The nearest Asda branch from our place located in a weekend market yard where lots of asian stores and halal butchers are around. So, every Monday spent taking turn between Asda-asian store and Lidl.

When we need wider variation of products, Tesco is our choice. I bought some products like jam and honey in Tesco. When you’re too lazy to visit asian store, Tesco has almost everything that you need from asian store with a slightly higher price. I am talking about a proper Tesco here, not the Tesco express. Just like Asda, Tesco also provides halal section on their store. But, for the variety of products, Asda still has them better. Asda even has packed lamb meat. Something that is quite hard to find.

When Tesco and Sainsbury is more known since they are usually located in touristy area, Lidl and Asda are less famous because most of their stores located in the residential area.

Unlike the doctor, I am quite meticulous about the price, even for the last two pennies behind. For me, every penny matters. Doing the grocery shopping on Monday is also more preferable since I am doing it alone. When its been done as family trip on weekend, I am too scared of disobeying the budget that has been set, because mostly, the shopping goes without the list. Things that we do not (really) need could make it until the cashier desk and finally more pounds are going out of wallet.

I am currently reading a book about an English woman who did an experiment to experience one year without spending other than the compulsory bills and basic daily needs. It’s been quite enjoyable reading and one of her item is about limited grocery shopping budget. The first thing that she did was switching her grocery place from Sainsbury to… Lidl😁.

She only bought what she really used, ate and consumed. She could only do her next grocery when her fridge is almost empty. She also restrained herself from eating out, buying coffee, or even buying lunch/dinner while she has gathering with her friends.

This book is quite relatable for me because for some parts, I have done what she did. But, I am still far too relaxed about buying this and that. My heart is always be the weakest when it goes to bread. My love for bread still wins over the budget saving.

I am planning to be more careful in selecting things that pass the temptation to enter my basket for next month. I can be so firm about things, but can be too scarily relax about food. So, let’s see.

May the force be with me.

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Tempat Paling Favorit di London

Dua bulan di sini, temen ngga (belom?) punya, kenalan hampir ngga ada, rutinitas itu-itu aja, tapi tetep happy, karena tempat ini.

Seminggu bisa dua-tiga kali ke sini. Jalan kaki 5 menit dari sekolah Langit, 15 menit naik bis dari rumah. Ngga ada temen yang lebih menyenangkan dari buku-buku bagus. Dalam dua bulan, saya udah menghabiskan lebih dari jumlah total dari yang saya baca selama setahun terakhir.

Canada Water ini salah satu perpustakaan lokal di bawah Southwark Council. Setiap daerah punya perpustakaannya masing-masing. Koleksi bukunya lumayan lengkap. Setidaknya saya selalu punya bacaan yang mau saya baca. Selain itu, ngga ada batesan jumlah buku yang mau kita pinjem. Belum selesai baca? Tinggal perpanjang otomatis di mesin. Kecuali ada yang sudah booking di tanggal pengembalian kita. Itu harus dikembalikan dulu. Ada satu buku yang saya udah perpanjang lima kali karena saking sayangnya bacanya diirit-irit

Menyenangkannya lagi, di sini perpusnya bukan yang kaku ngga boleh berisik, bawa makanan dan minum. Di sini boleh bawa makan dan minum, bau harum kopi dan roti di cafe bawah bisa dinikmatin sambil baca buku. Kenapa baunya aja? Ya karena saya bawa bekal sendiri, hehe.

Di lantai satu ada area anak-anak yang mana hampir ngga pernah kosong, biarpun hari kerja. Hari Minggu bahkan lebih rame lagi. Kursi-kursi yang tersedia banyak dan mengakomodasi banyak kebutuhan. Ada yang dateng mau kerja pake komputer, ada yang perlu buat diskusi, ada yang perlu konsentrasi sendiri, ada meeting room kecil buat 10-15 orang, atau ada yang cuma mau duduk baca diselingin bengong sambil liat pemandangan danau di luar sambil berjemur (saya masuk bagian ini), semua ada dan nyaman.

Kegiatan untuk anak-anak pra-sekolahnya pun banyak. Mungkin kalo pindah ke sini waktu Langit belum sekolah, saya akan nongkrong di sini lebih sering lagi. Ada di satu hari, children arenya diubah kaya playground dengan banyak buku. Hari itu stroller-stroller lebih padet dari Tesco pas weekend. Bayi dan anak-anak kecil lari kesana kemari dan saya perhatiin orang dewasanya juga biasa aja. Bahkan ketika anak-anak itu ngelewatin quiet area.

Perpustakaan seperti ini berharga banget buat saya yang suka baca tapi banyak mikir buat beli, bisa karena harga atau penyimpanannya. Saya punya kindle, tapi baca buku fisik itu beda. Adanya perpustakaan seperti ini, semua kesenangan dapet. Baca buku fisik dapet, ngga musti keluarin uang, pilihannya super banyak, selesai baca ngga menuh-menuhin ruang di rumah, tinggal balikin, bisa ganti cari buku lain lagi.

Perpustakaan ini, dan saya rasa perpustkaan lokal daerah lainnya, bukan sekedar tempat baca dan pinjem buku, tapi sekaligus jadi pusat komunitas. Kegiatan lainnya seperti pemutaran film, teater skala kecil, story telling buat anak-anak, pesta piyama, kursus singkat bahasa Inggris, dan masih banyak lagi. Tempat yang pas sekali buat menghabiskan waktu tanpa menghabiskan uang. Semua gratis.

Perpustakaan yang mumpuni dan taman hijau dengan playground yang memadai, dua hal yang seharusnya wajib ada dan tersedia di sebuah area tinggal.

Dua fasilitas umum yang jadi indikator negara maju (buat saya), yang mana (mungkin), ngga akan pernah ada di Jakarta, (dan seluruh Indonesia).

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Parenting Around the World

I am not a big fan of parenting seminar, but easily sold to well-written parenting books. While seminar is mostly sound like preaching, these books provide not only opinion but with fact and data, research results from journal or real experience to support their writing. I have finished all these five books and so eager to write about this.

European countries have almost similar pattern and idea in raising their child. They didn’t even know before that their country parenting way existed until four American Parents did some researches, observed things,interviewed the experts, compared some studies, then published their findings into an enjoyable reading (for me).

Although there were some minor differences, but they all agree on few big ideas from the very beginning : raising a self-reliance child, the importance of playing, social skills, basic values and character development over cognitive in early years. Those are some of important skills to master that lead to many things in the child future years such as lower chance of depression and anxiety, emotional stability, resiliency, and higher chance of being a happy adult, which also linked to the result of a happy parent.

Soothing himself to sleep and sleeping all through the night, is the first and foremost skill a baby has to master as soon as 3 months, at the very late at 6 months, no matter what kind of feeding (breastfeed or bottlefeed). All four books agree with this. Mastering sleeping is more crucial than stimulating any skills in the early months.

Eating habit becomes crucial especially for French and Dutch. Children eat what is served, any kind of food, and sit on the table. In Dutch, no one is eating until every family member sits on the table and they have chocolate sprinkles for breakfast. Meanwhile in France, even babies learn to differentiate and taste many kind of cheese since early years. No wonder when it comes to food, French is quite snob.

These two basic habits are important for the baby to set a routine and schedule. Mastering both make days easier.

French and German send their children to a whole-day daycare since early age. ‘La creche’ in France and ‘Kita’ in German are available free for all children, not only as a choice for working parents. Meanwhile most of the Dutch preferred the children to be with their parents.

All four let their child wander around alone in the playground, go to school by their bike or bus from the first grade, and decided what they want to learn since daycare days.

The Danes put strong emphasize on free playing for the first seven years of a child’s life. Playground time is crucial because it’s where the children learn about empathy, patience, and social skill. Lego was made by the Danes, which derived from the word “leg and godt” means “play well”. Children creates their own playing, even without the toys, and outdoor play is a must, in spite of season or weather. They believe there’s no bad weather, only bad clothing.

While French and German are more to stiff and rigid parents, the Dutch and Danes are more relax and fun. France and Germany primary schools are still heading to academic excellence while Denmark and the Netherland see school as a place for personal development training and social skills, without giving so much stress to the academic achievement.

These writers compared how different Americant parents raised their child. Kindergarten is the new first grade, a short recess time to play outside, mastering skills over growing values for the first seven years, cognitive development is a king until Vygotsky came up with what he called by “American Question” : “When will my child master… (insert skill : reading, writing, counting)?

The famous American Tiger Mom raised her two daughters in total opposite of how those European parents did. Bien sur, with more tangible and measurable result too.

“European parents main concern is for their children to be happy and find a community that they feel at home in. The main concern of American parents is for their kids to become successful in life”.

(We can replace American with some asian countries too).

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European parents are lucky because they live where the whole country raise their children together. Their parenting curriculum is clear and one for all. Saying Bonjour for French becomes a national curriculum that should be achieved by everyone. Also, they have many things to make raising a child easier.

From birth child support, free health care and daycare for all children as small as 18 months to 6 years, paid maternity and paternity leave, shorter working hours, long vacation days, big and proper playground everywhere, the society who put pedestrians and bikers before four wheel rider, no long hours to commute from home to work, one single national curriculum for the whole country.

While on the other side of the continent, the situation is pretty much different. Those luxuries might not be available for everyone, and the struggle is undeniably harder. When European works to live, most of American (and Indonesian) lives to work. No wonder an American writer countered the idea by writing an article : “French parents are not superior, they just have it all easier”. French is one of the countries with most vacations day.

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As much as I agree, enjoy, and have been applying few things even before reading the European ones, half of me stand on American side too and it’s great to know how both ways are aligned with Islamic parenting way.

When I was doing my final paper for master degree, I found an article about how Islam divides parenting in three big periods.

Taken from http://islam-today.co.uk/parenting-the-islamic-way :

The Holy Prophet(s), in a beautiful narration, has divided the upbringing of a child into three stages; from birth to age 21 :

The child is the master for seven years, a slave for seven years and a vizier for seven years. So, if he grows into a good character within 21 years, well and good; otherwise, leave him alone because you have discharged your responsibility before God.”

The first stage is so aligned with European way. Up to seven, a child is a king. What he needs to do is play, no responsibility. The utmost priority is proper upbringing and character building. It’s the foundation of everything that he becomes of in the future. Universally good character should be planted before anything else.

Then, at the second stage, he is a slave. It’s when American style is suitable for this period to emphasize formal learning, academic or any talent skills. It becomes clear why salat also becomes compulsory when the child turns seven and should be punished if he doesn’t do it until the age of 10. Being a tiger parent is allowed on this stage.

I won’t go further with the third stage since I just want to point how Islamic parenting aligned with both European and American. I think the third stage is about the time the child and parents ‘see and enjoy’ the results of their upbringing from the first two periods. It’s when a child is a vizier, or in more a familiar word is minister. It’s the time when the child starts leading himself, know his preferency, and the parents need to be there as an advisor until the time he reaches official adult age.

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I believe parenting is not a noun, but more to a verb, which full of hard works. As a mother who raises a daughter without my mother around, I have a lot of questions that I want to know the answer, reading so far has been a good teacher for me.

In term of the writing style, Bringing Up Bebe is the most enjoyable one. Witty, funny, and examples given feel right. Also maybe because I was raised this way and naturally, raising Langit this way too as I wrote It’s Matched!

The Happiest Kids in the World is an easy and light reading. A Battle Hymn is very well written and couldn’t help feeling the same high tension while reading it as how tense Amy Chua raised her daughters.

One of the perks of moving to London that I love the most : library with good books is only few bus stops away and time and energy for reading is widely available. Another thing I will miss when I return to Jakarta.