Tepat hari ini, 22 Maret 2021, 2 tahun usiamu Chiara (Ternyata bersamaan dengan ultah blog ini yang udah 9 tahun juga rupanya!). Ibu bahagia kamu tumbuh sehat dan bahagia. Alhamdulillah…masa menyusui 2 tahun tercapai juga, dan sebentar lagi saatnya menyapih yang sesungguhnya baru akan dimulai. Tentunya saat kamu dan ibu juga sudah siap.
Sebelumnya tak pernah menyangka akan ada di titik ini. Dulu ibu gag yakin ibu mampu untuk menyusui, bahkan saat lahiran pun belum beli pompa asi karena saking gag percaya dirinya bisa menyusui apa gag. Tapi rupanya ibu salah besar. Ketidaktahuan adalah musuh besar seorang ibu. Rupanya ibu kurang ilmu soal menyusui. Berkat pencarian info sana sini, tanya ke rekan-rekan yang lebih berpengalaman, serta dukungan dan doa dari orang-orang terdekat akhirnya ibu mampu menjalankan amanat ini. Dari menyusui langsung sampai asi perah. Dari setetes asi jadi berliter-liter asi. Dari yang hanya membasahi pantat botol, hingga berhasil nyetok sefreezer.
It is easier to write when you’re in pain. It seems that ideas come easily when you’re sad, angry or devastated. It’s easier to explain the negative feelings rather than the happy ones.
These past few days I’ve been writing and writing but I never really publish it here because I just look at my writings and most of it are sad pieces and I don’t want my blog to be like that, I mean I am trying to have a positive outlook right? But then I realize that when you’re sad, words just comes out naturally and when you’re happy you can’t really explain it. When you’re happy sometimes you have too much words for it that you can’t organize it into writings, you don’t know how to begin to tell an awesome day but when you’re sad you know what to exactly write or say, every word is a vomit, it’s what you really wanted to tell without thinking about it first. At least that’s how I see it.
Maybe what I’m trying to say here is that it’s more interesting to write about painful stuff, it has different emotions which you can play around. And people mostly relate to these kind of stuff, some people embrace their negative emotions that reading sad writings or watching sad movie for the nth time comforts them (weird way of coping up) I guess sadness over sadness cancels out the sadness and makes them positive after.
I was born into a middle class family, where my parents tried their best to bring us up. We were aware that means were limited and we have to try to utilise it to the optimum. This awareness never made us demand much. But stay content with whatever we had.
Coming back to today’s times, it seems that everywhere we look, we find ourselves bombarded with advertisements telling us we all need more stuff. I believed the advertisers for years. But now that I’m older? I realize that when I think back on my childhood, it’s the memories I made with my family that I cherised — not the gifts I received. I hope to give my daughter the gift of memories over the gift of toys she’ll forget by next year.
One thing we miss a lot after the pandemic in the visit to playground especially overcrowded in those kids play area during weekends. The kids were unknown to each other but they enjoyed running around those equipment’s, climbing and hanging and the rush sliding down. These don’t make that much fun, when you visit on other days when there are no kids around and your kid alone in those slides, swings and bars.
Is it safe to take my child to the playground during covid? Playground play is beneficial for kids’ physical and mental health, but parents wonder about the risks of letting their children use playgrounds during a pandemic. By following basic health and safety guidelines, playground play can be safe.