Posted in Favorite things, Langit Senja

First Duet : Moon River

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We love the everlasting Moon River a lot. I used to play it alone and having duet with le husband, piano and guitar. 

This song is also one that being sung a lot to Langit to put her to sleep. I remembered one day, around last month, she surprised me by singing the first phrase with a perfect tune. She sang ‘Moon River’ with her own mouth along with the correct melody. 

Since then, she’s been caught several times humming the song. It makes us singing the song often. Little by little, she starts gaining more words. It’s both hilarious and heart-warming😁.

Today, I accidentally want to play this one and thought about recording it. Surprisingly, it worked. She played some random high pitch tune and it turned out to be okay. Haha. Not perfect bien sur, but I really enjoy the result. Yeah, I don’t have high standard.

Thank you for such a beautiful piece that lives through generation, Mr. Sinatra.

We apologize for the bad cover.

Posted in Past learning, Thoughts

A Greeting

To the one I owe every good things I have and I become of,

To the one whose hard works and kindnesses I could never repay,

To the one who set a standard about what, when, how, and why important things one should achieve in life,

To the one whose presence touched so many people,

To the one whose words were often hard, yet very rarely wrong,

To the one whose mind and money always went to others but herself,

To the one whose absence will always forever be mourned,

Joyeaux anniversaire, Madame Salma.

For showing us clearly and boldly how one should live and more importantly, how one wishes to return,
I could never thank you enough.
Merci beaucoup.

Bissoux,

Ta fille.

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité

Extended Breastfeeding

After this breastfeeding journey, it turns out the breastfeeding adventure still keep going after two years. Why?

Hm, why not?

Before saying why not, I have tried several ways to wean peacefully. But, it didn’t work and it was quite understandable since I am practically at home most of the time. 

After some times, rather than trying hard to push the baby to stop breastfeeding, I chose to find some references about extended breastfeeding. The result shown, either from medical and religious perspective, there is no harm of doing extended breastfeesding and it is allowed to do so, as long as both mother and baby are having no objection to that.

My sister in law whose daughter is at the same age with Langit has succesfully done with weaning, with some dramas. Facing the crying, tantrum for several days to a week. I don’t think I could go through such thing, for the sake of my sanity. I don’t have any stuntmans available daily to cover me dealing with such things and days of unnecessary dramas. 

Or, am I just lazy? Well, maybe. Don’t mind to be called lazy since it is not wrong too😌

Thus, with these references and experience, I decide to let this weaning process be done naturally. She actually doesn’t do this much anymore. No longer doing it while we’re going out, even several nights she goes to sleep without breastfeeding. 

On the 27th month, her verbal skill has been improved so much. Counting in bahasa and English, one to ten in bahasa, one to twenty in English, naming things and colors, remembering family names, singing her favorite children songs, and surprisingly singing one she heard often from her parents like Frank Sinatra’s Moon River. Grandpa Sinatra must be very proud.

She’s on the way for a complete Al-fatihah and parents pray which she constantly asked being recited after shalat.

These two years, I have been given almost all ideal things in this motherhood jungle. Vaginal birth with IMD, with a very quick process, a complete breastfeeding without having any single drop of formula until now, feeding the baby with home-cooked meal and not once (yet) she’s having any instant baby food, a baby who eats well and doesn’t let me experience even once, the thing called GTM.

I have a freedom to choose being a stay at home mother with a flexible part-time job, with a workplace within walking distance, a healthy baby who,until I write this post, hasn’t once tasted any medecines, even for fever or cough. Too much to be counted all blessing we have for these years. 

When you’ve been given so much more than what you need, it should go without saying to return the favour more than what you asked for.

Two years is the time asked for in breastfeeding. I hope doing the extended breastfeeding also extend the blessing and all goodness for the baby’s physical and mental health in the future, as well as mine. Amin.

Happy (extended) breastfeeding!

Posted in Thoughts

Farewell Lessons

It’s unavoidable having a very noisy mind after witnessing a death, specially for the loved ones. It makes me recall lots of things I went through in the past.

I was taught the importance of having goals in life since a very young age. Being in the top five, went to good public schools, went to places I wanted the most, those were mostly measurable. Somehow, the goals have been rarely tangible. I have least interest in things.

A crucial moment which happened five years ago made me or force me having a new goal in life. The pain of missing the chance to say goodbye to my other grandmother lasted for a quite long time. Being thousand miles away during the final meeting with one I love so dearly was very torturing. Worse, I could do nothing to delay the farewell.

From then, I told myself, being present for those who matter a lot for me, in health and sick, happy and sad, life and death should be the guide how I will live my life forward.

The next big thing after my grandma’s death was my mum’s. I was so beyond lucky to finish my master degree when her sickness started. Even luckier that I had no permanent jobs at that time since I was in the middle of preparing for hajj departure and the wedding. 

In the middle of those big event preparation hassles, I still managed to accompany my mum to her doctor appointments, drove her here and there. As she would go hajj with me too, so it was double hassles.

I was with her on her last months, days, minutes, and the final breath. Though it made me become the most heart-broken, yet I felt that I was, am, and will always be the richest. I had the most memories, the greatest honour to be able the one who sent her off. Even after five years, tears couldn’t help falling reading those previous posts above.

It was painful for sure. But, I would still choose it than having none to be treasured. It’s soothing knowing I did my best to be with her during her final and hardest battle.

The chance came to me once again last Friday. When all things told me that it would be my grandmother last moments in the world, I was really grateful that I insisted to stay overnight with her, even more, stay right next to her ear to recite what most important she needed and wanted to hear for the last breath.

I had the honour too once again having my turn when she had her final breath. I kept accompanying her until we’re done with her funeral. 

Lots of her relatives from other towns came to her funeral. They made time to catch the earliest flight possible to send their last respect to her. From Palembang, Surabaya, and Banjarmasin, they put money or other things aside so they wouldn’t miss her farewell.

It makes me more certain about one thing. I am getting more and more assured that time is the most precious thing that a human could have in life.

We don’t give our most valuable things to just anyone. Such precious thing like time should be given to those who deserve it most. 

I want and choose to give this particular thing to ones who really matter to me. I find joy in staying more at home, taking care of my dad and others. Instead of making money but having less time, I choose making lots of time and having less money. Though it’s not always been easy, yet it’s satisfying.

I choose not to work on Thursday and Friday since two years ago. I want to have a peaceful sunnah fasting and having time for reading yassin leisurely after maghrib and breakfasting. I wouldn’t be able to do that if I am being tired from work. I want to have one special time, time when pray is being granted the most to be sent to those people I love.

I hope to keep this value for a very long time and want Langit to acquire a good understanding about this. 

82 years of living that my grandma had might sound so long. But, as we reach the end, really, life is indeed too short. Those years were just gone in a blink of an eye. It is a good reminder for us to choose wisely what and who really matter in our life.

Everyone choose differents battle to be fighting for in their life. Not all battle could be won and whether we like it or not, there will be battles that we lose. Choose well which one we want to win and with that comes ones that we have to lose.

I decided mine already and will keep going with that until the end. All things I live my life with, I am hoping for a happy ending to go through the hardest last battle in life.

At last, it reminds me about one important thing in life :

It doesn’t matter how you start, it matters a lot how you finish.

Posted in Thoughts

Undelivered Tuna Sandwich 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be sure that my pray will keep going for you.

A bientôt.

Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité

The Happiest Face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep happy and healthy, baby!

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

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

August Coiffeur was right.

Good food is the foundation of genuine happiness.

Posted in Maternité, Thoughts

Motherhood’s Choices

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonne journée!

Posted in Thoughts

New Year’s Wishes

Bonjour!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amin.

Posted in Books, Maternité, Review

Review Buku : Bringing Up Bébé by Pamela Druckerman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jawabannya : banyak, karena cuma sedikit.

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

Makan dan tidur.

Dua hal utama ini juga hal saya terapkan :

1. Jadwal waktu dan tempat tidur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Apa sih kok bayi disuruh belajar menahan diri?

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

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

2. Makan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Semoga tertarik membaca ya buat (calon) orangtua😀!

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It’s Matched!

I once wrote about five different things about Langit here.

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

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

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

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

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

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