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Failure(s)

If many choose to launch their new goals for the new year, I want to write more about my recent failures.

This long holiday season I felt like failing to give better experience for the little girl. Usually, I came up with a lot of ideas, I took her outside to new places, visiting parks and museums, new ice cream spots etc, but, not this holiday.

Besides trip to Dieng and a week of sports holiday camp, she spent most of her holiday at home, sometimes alone, doing her routines, getting longer sleep, some chores, a bit of writing in English and Bahasa Indonesia, a bit of math, and, well, more screen time than usual.

I want to defend myself by giving some excuses, saying that I have had a lot of things to deal with since last December until now, and it has been emotionally and mentally draining. I need to be outside a lot without her, and when I am too tired, I barely have any energy inside.

It doesn’t stop there.

I let her snacking more than usual too. School days might be a lot of work, but, it makes me stay vigilant. It makes me prepare more and better. But, this holiday, I tend to opt for shortcut. I take a lot of easy way.

In short, I’ve been doing a lot of autopilot parenting for this holiday and I am so sorry for this.

But, what I have observed, she seems happy because I have been less nosy and fussy (of course), she does things I ask her to do when I am away, and I don’t bother to correct any of it.

So I also wonder, is a bit of autopilot mode is necessary?

But still, I am not happy with what I do. I’d rather be fussy and nosy doing the right thing than being smiley doing the easy thing.

This is actually an important period where I couldn’t be slacking and loosening too much. School is back on Monday hopefully I get back on the track too.

There were times when I wish there would be someone to take over the parenting job temporarily when I have to deal with other stuff that requires a lot of my energy.

This is the real struggle of raising a child.

The subsequent failure I am still failing to control myself better whenever something does not go according to the plan. It’s tough to stay calm and composed when life throws some lemon. I want everything to be done and solved quickly and feel so frustrated if the solution makes me wait because it depends on other people.

Can I have better self-regulation, to be more clear-headed and light-hearted, please?

How? Still keep searching about this.

I still have a few other failures to confess, like failing to write more consistently and spare specific time every day no matter how short to just sit and write as I promise myself, but those two above are the ones that make me feel bad the most.

Well, by pushing the publish button for this post, this is me actually, trying to make up for what I failed to accomplish previously in a small part of my life.

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You Can’t Hurry Love (and Life)

*you sing you lose*

The first post of the year about something that has been lingering on my mind based on few circumstances experienced lately.

One

I’ve been volunteering in an English bootcamp and dealing with a lot of 20s something since 2022 and I find one thing common about them : relationships seem to be something that they want but reluctantly pursue.

Why? Because it’s hard.

“It’s complicated”. ( In Indonesian, they called it ‘ribet’ and I think it’s described what they feel better than complicated).

That was most common response I heard.

This is aligned with a rant from someone who threw a question on the internet that generated hundreds of responses:

“Why current 20s don’t date and prefer spend their time playing game?”

Again, complicated mentioned several times.

Two

A conversation with a longtime best friend who visited the city a month ago (she lives in DC) and a poll on the internet both expressed a similar thing.

The most common place where people nowadays find the one is : Internet.

Three

A podcast heard during exercise. The guest was a CEO of a matchmaking company. It was really interesting until I put my dumbbell and just listened to it.

She explained that the demography of their client had changed drastically before and after pandemic. Before pandemic, most clients are around age 32-40. But, after pandemic, she started dealing with younger clients around 24-28.

While both age groups of clients have similar intention about their purpose of joining the matchmaking, they have different way to navigate the process.

The first meeting from the older group is more about knowing each other. They talk about everything and looking at possibilities if the first meeting can turn into a second one and so on.

While the younger one, they came to the very first meeting with an exact expectation and goal : marriage. So, the question they asked was so specific to consider whether their opponent is eligible and feasible for a marriage they want. The CEO said a salary question had always been thrown at the first meeting by this age group, especially from women.

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Well, firstly, finding someone with whom you want to spend your life with is indeed a complicated task.

Many might disagree, but I still think finding someone to work together to go through ups and downs in life is an important quest to pursue during someone’s 20s. You don’t have to get married in your 20s, but at least, take this matter seriously during that period.

After several years of marriage, I came to the conclusion that it’s a huge responsibility to bear alone. It’s totally okay to ask help for this one, but, ONLY AFTER, one knows at least what kind of partner (s)he’s looking for. You could ask help to find a good match, but do your homework first.

I think one of the things what makes those 20s said relationship is complicated because they don’t know what they’re looking for. They might just use common, fairy tale standard when they’re looking for some qualities in someone.

I don’t say the problem is solved once you know what you want (or you don’t want), but at least, you have a guiding principle for your quest. İnternet makes it worse. The standard becomes blurry when we keep looking at the others’ life too much. Their standard could become ours if we don’t really know what we’re looking for.

From Shane Parrish’s Clear Thinking :

“If you don’t know what you’re looking for, you’re unlikely to find it, just as you’re unlikely to hit the target if you don’t know what you’re aiming at. When you don’t know what’s important, you miss things that are relevant and spend a lot of time on things that are irrelevant”.

That’s why I wrote previously being an adult really needs adequate amount of emotional intelligence. Knowing your self is one of them. knowing what makes you tick is crucial.

Second, since it’s complicated, personally, it’s quite impossible to do it quickly. Internet makes everything easier and faster. It’s a good starter, but not good enough to judge a character.

During my 20s, most people around my age (myself and all my siblings included) that I know married to someone they know at school, university, workplace, courses, or any kind of places where both could meet regularly for certain period of time. It doesn’t have to be in a relationship, but knowing someone takes time and patience.

It takes time to see how a person deals with different circumstances. It takes time recognizing the pattern of one’s behavior. I always believe words and action could be deceiving, but, pattern exists and it doesn’t lie. It’s hard for someone to act out of their usual pattern. So, look for the pattern.

It also takes time (again, and patience) to build rapport with someone. We might be not impressed by the first sight/meeting/conversation, but, unless it’s a major issue, as long as the person suits your compulsory and at least the bare minimum checklist you want for a partner, I think it’s fine to give more try to the new friendship. No string attached.

Patience is surely an issue for these youngsters. Asking about one’s salary on the first meeting is definitely not patient. I wish more of them realize that it’s important to marry someone with good characters, not just their numbers.

In internet, we can be everything. One could fabricate anything to look shiny and promising and it could blind us. For me regarding things I see on the internet, if it looks too good to be true, then it’s too good to be true.

Another thing that I also noticed in these 20 something, they really love staying in, watching drama or whatever. Meanwhile, a potential suitable partner is just a like a well-paid job. You have to put yourself out there to find it. Let’s assume that we’re not a princess in a castle who will someday be saved by a knight in a white horse and shining armor then live happily ever after.

Totally understand that day jobs and other work are already hard and tiring enough. Rest is necessary, but it doesn’t have to be the compulsory.

I am talking from an introvert point of view who loves being alone and home more than anything. But, during my 20s, I clearly knew staying home and alone (and no money) wasn’t something that I wanted on the next decades. So, I worked three jobs to pay the bills and fuel my dreams, took a regular course after work to meet more people with the same interests, I said yes to some meetings with some people I was comfortable with, mostly old friend from high school and university.

We surely never exactly know who we will end up with, but, as we prepare ourselves, it’s important to keep our eyes and options open, which something that we couldn’t do if we just stay home.

Rest is good and important but, the 20s energy was too precious to be wasted on rest. You might have more money in your 30s, but not the same body and energy like you have in your 20s. For me personally, it’s the period where one should push more pedals with occasional brake.

Tired? There’s always price to pay. If it’s important, then why don’t we pay for it?

Of course, the 20s is not the only period where you can do all these things, but as we move decade, many other things are shifting too. We might have stayed in the same pool, but, we couldn’t stop life from happening. Change happens without our permission and before we know, we might be left with fewer options. The options available in your 20s is totally different with ones in your 30s or 40s.

“There’s always the next bus” is applicable here. Just like the bus service, as the night approaches, fewer bus is available. At certain point, there will be no more bus. The difference is the bus service will resume on the next morning while the years lost won’t.

This writing is more like an unsolicited advice to my daughter. I am thinking a lot of her (and actually my mother who kept reminding me about almost everything in this writing, which I couldn’t comprehend fully during my 20s) when I am dealing with these 20 something.

The current situation is definitely different than it was during my period. This generation and my daughter’s are definitely having things easy in their daily life, like everything is on their fingertips. But, it also comes with price regarding some fundamental issues they have to deal with as an adult. Like building a relationship which is impossible to be solved as quickly as ordering food through delivery service app when you’re hungry.

In the end, I just can help preparing her and pray. Hope a meaningful relationship with someone who has good characters is one of things that will be given in her card as she navigates her adulthood.

Amin.

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Being An Adult

… is hard.

That’s a bare minimum to be a functional one.

To be a well-rounded one in every aspect, then it will be many times harder and I realize only few could achieve this.

I am not talking about any achievements, titles, or anything that could label for someone as a successful adult.

I am talking about the hardship of living day to day to life, doing multiple roles as an adult.

It’s not about what you do for a living. You can be anything and it will be as well hard for everyone. Just different theme of hard.

I think it really takes a huge amount of emotional intelligence to be an adult.

Without that, it’s hard to survive life that is about :

Moving from one problem to another.

Dealing with one plot twist to the next one.

Facing series of unexpected challenges yet still have to be firm and act like show must go on.

No matter who you are, what you do, the emotional skills set needed to be an adult is pretty much the same.

Discipline. Endurance. Persistence . Perseverance. Tranquility. Creativity. Commitment . Last but not least, for me personally, spirituality.

It’s really a huge privilege if one grows up with those skills trained by the parents or the carers or the situation. It must not be easy, but, it’s much easier to learn all of those if one is young.

A successful adult can’t be determined by good scores on the report card, kind of trophies on the shelf, or lists of competitions or achievements on the paper. 

A ‘successful’ kid doesn’t equal to a successful adult.

Based on real life observations and situations, the price of having a successful kid is too expensive if the trade is having an adult who fails to thrive.

I agree with someone I read on the internet that said the goal of your parenting should be based on what kind of person you want your children to be when they’re 40.

The goal of parenting is not about having a successful 4, 10, 15,18, or even 25 years old human. But more of what kind of adult they will be at their 40. What characters stay with them in their 40.

Such a long way to go, isn’t it?

This is a writing done when I have been dealing with highly emotional situations for the last few months. Dealing with a huge project that gives me daily stress regarding to other people’s work, a big moving, yet other things in daily life won’t give you a break such as what should be served on the table for each meal, a big pile of laundry needs to be folded, the trash needs to be collected or sorted, the sink needs to be fixed, the sheet needs to be changed, and many other chores you can’t avoid or outsource. Worse, when you’re having fever while dealing with all of those.

I was whining out loud that day, although there was a voice inside my head who asked me “what do you know about hard compared to those people in Palestine?”.

It’s easy to neglect everything and just ignore them. But, until when?

Maybe, being an (successful) adult means fully understand there’s no shortcut, if you want to do and have things the right way.

Choose your hard is the only way to go in adult life and every choice comes with consequences.

You have to fight yourself for the countless time, to keep afloat, to stay safe and sane, amidst the pain, chaos, and confusion.

One can call life as an adult is better, more beautiful, more exciting. It could be true for some, but not really for others, especially if they’re not equipped with those emotional skills above. One could easily broken and turn into crumbs.

Money makes it (slightly) easier, only if you’re equipped with adequate EQ. Being an adult with money without emotional maturity, it’s a disaster. It could be worse than not having money at all.

Being married also could make adult life (again, slightly) easier, only if you’re with the right partner. Married to the wrong one, it would be another disaster. But then, finding the right one is not easy either.

So, guess the conclusion is clear.

Whether you have those mentioned above or not, one thing is certain for everyone, being an adult is hard.

Period.

Posted in Favorite things, Places, Thoughts, Travel

The Accomplishments of The Year

We went to a place with winter weather without any heater for this holiday. 

Dieng was chosen thanks to countless reels that promote this place and it successfully brainwashed me to arrange a trip here.

Other reason is to to balance the city trips throughout this year and last one is to let both spoiled girls (me and my daughter) experience less comfortable situations and see different things out there.

In spite of lack of facilities here and there, maybe due to its geographical location, but, the hospitality we received from the locals we met here was pleasing.

Few that make a trip called acceptable : clean bathroom, good food is easily accessible, feel safe to go around, and proper internet connection.

I can tolerate washing dishes with freezing water, no refrigerator is available, less comfortable ride and bumpy road, cold piercing weather that makes us stay inside with three layers of clothes and socks to stay warm, last day in freezing weather without water, all the attractions that require us to pay no matter how ‘nothing to see’ they are, but, it’s okay. The tickets were totally affordable.

We only had two main itineraries during the stay. Sunrise in Sikunir and Mount Prau Hiking. 

We climbed Sikunir on the second day and left our cabin house as early as 4am. It was freezing cold and quite tough when you traveled with a 9 year old.

But, the view up there was totally worth it.

On the third day, we climbed Mount Prau. I didn’t expect anything at first. But, along the way, we reached the first stop, then continued to the second one, then the third one till we finally reached the summit.

Mount Prau is considered as one of the beginner choices and I think it fits someone who has never experienced mountain climbing before. We departed from Dieng basecamp which is considered as the easiest route.

For someone who lived most of the childhood to adolesence dealing with genetically severe asthma, I climbed leisurely and happily, back and forth. We spent six hours climbing up and back down. 

One thing about nature trip, if it’s done with the right group (actually, whatever trip is only good when you go with the right companions), it’s the most mindful trip one could have. We can’t rush, especially when we travel with a kid, we couldn’t be disappointed much, the focus is only to get to the next stop, and whatever view we get along the way, it’s nothing but beautiful.

I love the silence during the 8km of walk.
The view of blue sky, white clouds, and fog out there. The each step taken in the quiet forest.

Kind of trip that makes you really tired but happy and realize how tiny we are in this enormous world.

Doing daily exercise, no zero day, wherever I have been, regular morning walk, for the last four years, show its benefits during this climb.

This is such a personal huge milestone in this decade.

But, that wasn’t only about me. There is a 9yo who also reached the summit with her own two legs for the first time. We did several hiking too before when we visited Bajo and camping, but, she received a lot of help back then.

Several comments we heard a long the way : 

“Wow, she’s so cool”.
“How old is she?”
“She went up to the summit? Amazing!”

Two climbs in two days for a nine year old is not a small feat indeed. She whined a lot, which is normal. She complained so much, which is more normal. She said she was exhausted and being grumpy, which is nothing but normal.

The parents who brought her to such trip and ‘enjoyed’ six hours of intense motivational coaching and mood lifting? Maybe that was the only one which was not normal.

But, enjoying such thing and left her behind is not an option. We’re suffering together is the only way to go.

Raising her, we never choose easy, and hopefully will never be, as much as we could.

She might not be impressed a lot about today, but I believe, her mind and body will keep score.

Life won’t get any easier, not always about fancy hotel and pool or beautiful city, but, we have to push through. We always finish what we have started, no matter how hard it is. I hope this trip teach her that.

Easier said and written than done.

Overall, Dieng is beautiful, cold, and worth the long road trip by train, car, and jeep, long hikes to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the highest village in Central Java.

In Dieng, we stayed in a modest cabin house without any heater in 10-15 degree. No proper hotel chain available in Dieng. Some good policy from the local government. So all the accommodation, restaurants here are owned and run by locals. No fancy coffee shops is seen here. No English speaking people heard except some few snobs from Menteng Dalem.

The scenery here is one of the places in Java Island that suits our tourism tagline : Wonderful Indonesia.

After Komodo-Labuan Bajo trip four years ago, this trip is another quite impressive domestic travel on the list.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Maternité, Thoughts

Rants on 9

Things have been going in between bumpy and smoothly for the the ninth year.

We’re still in the early pre-teen phase but for those who has been dealing with non typical child development problems since early years, we start noticing some issues that need to be addressed more seriously with the help of expert. Unless it’s something which the consequences is irreversible (like getting married or having kids), early is always better. Things that we work on are still around her difficulties.

One of the best presents we received this year : we finally meet a local child psychologist who understands us, the parents. A psychologist who is in the same frequency, who understands what we know and read, who validates our thoughts and feeling. We finally meet one who is willing to find out what she doesn’t understand in order to help the little girl, and make a decision and tailored therapy based on that.

We rarely meet this kind of psychologist here. Someone with different insights and experiences than the typical one. More, one that builds good rapport with the kid. We’ve been having more than five sessions in few months and so far, I am quite pleased with everything.

Even better, it is located just 10 mins drive from home.

I observe a pattern, apart from any kind of diagnosis she has, she is blessed with one important thing : she happens to always meet the right people at the right time to help her with whatever she needs. A true Godsend. Hopefully, it will stay that way. Amiinn.

We still have a lot of homeworks to be done.
I hope we could finish them all ‘on time’.

……..

As an only child, school is the village to cover what we couldn’t provide at home : meeting other kids regularly. For someone who rarely survive and not really into playdates, school is the only option. That’s the main reason why I send to school.

School delivery and pick up has been one of the most interesting parts during the last few years.

School during autumn term was one of the best core memories in motherhood. Every single morning during autumn never failed to make me want to capture everything that I saw. Be it the view to the school or the little girl herself.

When walked through the little forest, she made so many stops to see things, be it mushroom, plants, worms, just anything. I really loved all the morning walk sessions to the school during the -ber months in spite of the cold weather.

One of the best periods in life

Unlike one in London, school trip here is far from scenic. But, the car conversation has always been more interesting and intriguing that they givesome aches in my heart and brain sometimes.

“Do you know?” That is her signature silence breaking once the car engine was starting and she started talking and facts throwing about everything.
Or,
“I have a question”.
Usually, I take a deep breath first after this because it was mostly a-how and why question that requires more thinking before answering.

For someone who always prefers driving in silence, I keep telling myself to enjoy this as much as I can. This might be tiring to deal with sometimes, but, I am gonna miss this so much later. It will pass like so many things that I thought would last forever have passed. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.

Every time she closes the car/taxi door in the morning, then said our usual “have fun and have a nice day”, couldn’t help spelling my specific prayer,
every single day while unconsciously taking a deep breath.

Time indeed slips through my finger
Moments where I remember
She’s only five year old little girl
In a blink of an eye she turns into a niner

May Allah protects her through all the way.
Guard her in every of her actions and decisions.
Keep her safe wherever she is.
Strengthen her faith and keep her in a straight path.
Amin. Amin. Amin.

Happiest birthday, ❤️.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Past learning, Thoughts

On DLD 2023 Day

On today’s Developmental Language Disorder day, instead of talking about the old story about how DLD diagnosis changed everything,, I want to talk about this one.

Love these two so much!

This Young Sheldon show is one with many great parenting insights.

One thing that makes it so relatable is because I am raising one whose first diagnosis was DLD which just happened to be as a door opener for many things to come.

I couldn’t helping laughing all through season 1 since they described well how it looked living with my own daughter, while I have been weeping a lot all through season 2 with so many punches given on the heart in every eps.

My daughter is nothing compared to Sheldon in term of brain intelligence, but, I could feel the parent’s frustration of how to deal with this kind of kid when you know nothing about them, when it doesn’t fit the parenting knowledge that you know, when you have to beat your ego in so many situations because it won’t work with this kind of kid. They know much more than you in many things. Their brain doesn’t work like ordinary people do.

But, on the other hand, they also know so little about how human works in general. Understanding human is difficult. Kids like them are having hard time to understand the grey area,for them it’s always black and white.

They might look like any other kids outside, but, it takes a lot of deep breath to deal with them in daily basis, just like what Mary and George experienced.

We’re keeping therapy sessions up until now, even double it, (if not plan to triple it),not to make her as normal as possible, but to help us teach her many things that we couldn’t.

Another thing that is so relatable about this show is both are beyond privilege. L&S are having a family which accepts them just the way they are and get all the support needed to be themselves. Have encountered many kids whose parents give up on them once they received the diagnosis. As much I understand how hard it is to accept the reality, but, giving up on our kid should’ve never been an option.

With or without diagnosis, every kid comes with their own intelligence. Like Missy, my most favorite character, whose intelligence I wish my daughter to possess and keep training her for that.

Happy DLD DAY!

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Thoughts

Back to Distinction in ABRSM

(A draft saved on September 15th)

No long words could do the justice to describe what it took to finally secured a proper recording to be submitted for the exam.

From eyeing distinction as a target to finally settle, “let’s just aim for pass” then.

Started practicing the very first song on August 2022. Fast forward a year later, no single recording was decent enough to be submitted.

The list of recordings captured were only small part of hundreds that we did since last April.

Finally got the one we had been waiting for the past five months(!!). Alhamdulillah.

We haven’t even submitted the video, but this is the closure for all the efforts done in grade 3 ABRSM.

When I think we deserve certain result for our hardwork, the reality snapped back harshly by showing countless messy and bad recordings we got along the way. The harder we tried, the more frustrating we were.

We finally got it when we finally on the ‘Que Sera Sera’ mode.

For someone who has so little patience, this is my daily training.

Not just about piano practice/anything, but to take whatever it takes during the process of doing everything in life and be patient to accept any results which is outside my control.

Still far from mastering it, my face showed it all when things don’t go according to what I expect.

The result we received today.

Distinction for Grade 3 ABRSM.

It took a lot of Astaghfirullah to achieve this and a simple silent Alhamdulillah when we received it.

It was leisure four months to achieve a high level of distinction 147/150 for grade 1.

It was tragically twisted seven months to achieve (only) merit 124/150 for grade 2 exam.

Spent more than frustrating twelve months to return to distinction bracket of 133/150 for grade 3 exam.

Proof that life is not getting easier,
Your efforts matter,
but there will be time to surrender and let it go to The Decider, because the end result is never ours.

After more than a year of practice, four songs from the scratch, countless frustrated moments, more than grateful this is the result we deserve for all the sweat and tears.