Showing posts with label Tuesday's Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tuesday's Thoughts. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Our decision to homeschool.

The decision to homeschool. Why and why not? I think plenty of times, I have had people come up to me and ask which school my children attend, and the moment I reply with the word "homeschool", they look at me like I am out of my mind. It is a lesser used word, because the homeschool community in Singapore is a rather small bunch as compared to our western counterparts. Most children start education here as young as 6 months, perhaps not exactly formal education but I know of plenty of parents who start their young in brain training enrichment classes at infant stage. That is how crucial "school" is seen as to most parents here. Hence, my decision to homeschool can be pretty said as frowned upon by those who have not seen the other side of the grass yet, and I am not even convincing them that it is greener!

My husband and I sat down almost five years ago, and thought to ourselves "what would we do with our children now that we are parents." What were our objectives in life? What did we want our children to grow with? And how did we want our children to be? These questions weren't hard to ask, neither were the answers hard to answer. Yet, what followed through was the hardest part of all. We decided that we wanted our children to grow with the comfort of being themselves, supported by us with love, encouragement and motivation. We want our children to grow up making mistakes, and understanding that it is okay to do so, and mistakes are crucial to learning. We want our children to be accepted and to accept, to love and be loved. We want our children to love life and nature, and be happy and flexible in everything that they do. Lastly, we want our children to love family, to know that family is and will be the only constant figure in their lives. Having these conditions in mind, we knew that it had to be exampled by us, led by us, and guided by us. And, that was how we came to the decision of homeschooling our children.

Being in the early childhood industry, I have seen how it works and I know how it works. I am not concluding that schooling for the early years is bad, but it is my personal thought that schooling will not be able to help our family achieve the objectives that we have set out for our children.

ONE. we want our children to grow with the comfort of being themselves, supported by us with love, encouragement and motivation.
In a typical classroom ratio of 1:15, let's face it, teachers will not be able to shower each child with that much love, encouragement, and motivation as compared to if it was one teacher to a child. I know some people would argue that this is not realistic, and it could be indulging the child to have full scale attention, that at the end of the day, the child needs to know that he is not alone and he cannot demand sole attention. Yet, I'd like to indulge my children with this undivided attention, because I believe it is key to building self-esteem and confidence. I can go on and on about my personal beliefs on this but it would come across as too... pushy, so let's just leave it at that. I know for a fact that more often than not, children are imposed to learn in an environment that is accommodating for the rest of the class in a school system and that is something I wish not for my children. Not at this young age at least.

TWO. We want our children to grow up making mistakes, and understanding that it is okay to do so, and mistakes are crucial to learning.
Once again, in a typical preschool environment, the teaching styles differ from teacher to teacher. So far, my elder son has attended preschool at pre-nursery and nursery level, at four different schools. Don't even ask me why FOUR different schools, but just know that I am always at odds and ends with all the schools he has attended. At age 3, he was taught to color within the lines. NO coloring out of the lines because it is not right. How is not right, why is it not right, I cannot fathom. My husband and I are people who do not conform, we believe that coloring out of lines is perfectly okay because it could be a form of expression, a form of creativity even. And then there was once my son wanted to color an apple purple, but the teacher said it was wrong because apples are supposed to be red, or green. We believe that a child this young should be allowed to free his ideas, explain his thoughts, and art is subjective for all to begin with. One day perhaps my son will look back at his purple apple and say "hey that shouldn't be purple, it should be red!", but let him discover it on his own. I want my children to explore their ideas and thoughts, express themselves, make mistakes and know that it's okay to make mistakes. Self discovery is a very important aspect in my children's youth, and in a typical school setting, let's just say there's very little of that happening.

THREE. We want our children to be accepted and to accept, to love and be loved. 
With the above two points, I think you can see where I am going with acceptance in our local preschool setting. Inclusion has never really been followed through although most preschools actually have that listed in their vision and mission because ultimately teachers lead a very rushed, pressurizing and demanding jobscope and it is beyond their ability sometimes to cater to the whims and fancies and needs of every child, especially when they have 15-25 children under them with no assistant teacher in some situations. Having said that, it all really boils down to the teacher-student ratio, and that is not exactly a very happening ratio in our local context in most preschools, no thanks to overpopulation and the lack of manpower in the teaching industry. I don't know but ultimately, I've always believed that love and empathy starts from home, hence for them to learn to love, they need to be loved first and how better than to have a mother's love whilst being homeschooled. I can hug, kiss, and cuddle them all I want during lesson time, that's just my dream come true. :P

FOUR. We want our children to love life and nature, be happy and flexible in everything that they do.
Okay this fourth point is actually the most crucial decider that made us want to homeschool. Flexibility. When my children were attending school in the past year, and both my husband and I were working, we led a very rushed life. We rushed to wake up, we rushed through our food, we rushed the kids off to school, we rushed them home, we rushed them to sleep, and the vicious cycle went on and on. And I know too, that they were rushed in school, rushed to complete their art work, rushed through snack, rushed through play and the vicious cycle went on yet again. It is horrible that we rush our children so much that we don't realise how that stops their minds from taking time to indulge, explore, focus and experience and all this plays a huge role in how they are going to grow up in the future. So many people talk about primary school children not being able to focus, not being able to think out of the box, but did they ever retract back to why that happened? One word: rush. It is the killer attitude to growing up if you ask me. As an adult myself, I hate being rushed. I hate rushing. It takes away my opportunity to breathe and take in life as it is. Why do you think we all look forward to holidays and vacations, because that is the one time we are allowed to take time to appreciate and enjoy life the way it's meant to. Let's face it, YOLO.

FIVE. we want our children to love family, to know that family is and will be the only constant figure in their lives.
For most of us, family time is only most substantial on weekends since weekdays are workdays, schooldays and whatever days. While my children are still young, I'd like their weekdays to feel like weekends too, where they can have fun times with us and not give a hoot to anything else. Family time is so important to us that I don't want to put aside time for them, I want time to focus on them, period. If both parents can't do that, then at least one of us is doing that for these young ones. We could have a duo income family, and lead a very comfortable and luxurious life. One with couple of holiday trips a year, one with excess cash to spend on ourselves and one with enough CPF to retire peacefully. But you know what? Money cannot buy time, money cannot buy flexibility, and money cannot buy family. So we choose to live with the lack of good excess money, and learn to live within our means. You know how children at a young age cannot think abstractly, and they take things literally right? Having a mother or father figure with them at every moment allows them to understand that family is the constant figure in their lives. If they spend more time at a childcare under the care of nurturers, or maids, then they grow up understanding the fact that these are the people that are the constant ones. Get it? No amount of explaining or talking can actually remove that idea or memory because children best makes sense of the world through their own deductions and experiences.

A snapshot of our homeschool room.

Anyway, every family works differently, and has different ideologies and aims in life. I am not saying that homeschooling is better than schooling, I am also not saying that being a stay at home mom is more noble than a working mom's job. Like I said, we sat down and considered all these factors before actually deciding to homeschool which works best for our family because of our personal perspectives and objectives. We are very glad we took this route because it saves us plenty of dough too! Sending children to childcare these days are exorbitant, and I know it's never going to get cheaper and it shouldn't too because teachers need to be duly paid.

We had to get our parents convinced that homeschooling works for our family, because school is often viewed as a very important aspect in the Singapore context. A couple of people around us have given us looks with raised eyebrows whenever we say our children are home-schooled, but it does not faze us. Most importantly, we get to spend time with our children every single minute of everyday, and that is what makes us very happy. I get to wake up and cuddle them in bed for an hour every single day before we get down to playing, eating, exploring, sharing, enjoying. It's beautiful, to be able to take in everyday with my wonderful children while I still can, before they grow up, and you know what they say about growing up. It happens way too fast.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Three years on, and a new beginning!

Three years ago, I made a decision to go back to school. This happened a month after the birth of my son, and I was juggling being a mom to two boys, one newborn and another toddler, breastfeeding full-time, shuttling between school and home, and of course spending late nights doing up assignments and late night feeding at the same time. All this could only really happen, thanks to the endless support from my husband and parents for helping with the kids all through the three years.

No one said it was going to be easy. It was definitely one of the hardest periods of my life, and I had to make the toughest decisions just so I could achieve what I had signed up for. As if being a mother alone wasn't time consuming enough, I had to put aside time to finish up assignments, group projects, attend class and settle petty group disagreements. It  was not just time consuming, but very exhausting at times. Each and every time I had to neglect my children for school, I would feel an inch of guilt creep up my heart. But I kept myself strong because what I was studying, was entirely for them. After all, the main reason for me to go back to school and take this course in early childhood education was because I wanted to homeschool my children, and I wanted to do so with the proper credentials to my name.

Sometime six months ago, a bigger challenge/dilemma/problem happened. I had to fulfill a six month internship program which meant that I will be sent into the working field while I sent my children for alternative care arrangements. This was the most toughest thing I had to endure because A) I have never left my children under the care of others before, B) and I don't intend to ever do that either. Childcare has never been an option in my books, since I hated the idea of my children spending the entire day (7am-7pm) in a school environment at such a young age. My husband was not so agreeable as well, so we ended up compromising between us both to shoulder taking care of the kids for two halves of the day. We ended up with this arrangement for 6 months while I worked as a half day teacher.

11am: send the kids to school
1pm: I report to work
4pm: The husband leaves work early to fetch the kids.
5pm: I knock off work and meet them at home.

Occasionally, the husband sends the kids over to my workplace, then returns to work. Truth be told, this arrangement took a toll not only on our health, but also on his job. After all, he was an employed worker and for him to be ending work early on a daily basis just was not healthy at all. Furthermore, I could not commit to work on my end as well, since I had to rush to and fro to send and fetch the boys. Hence, I wasn't able to come early, or end late for work at any one point of time. Even when I had tons of work pending in my hands.

Six months of this arrangement had finally ended, and we breathed a huge sigh of relief. I ended work together with the kids I taught on the last day of the term (I will blog about that emotional process sometime soon!) and I am back into the loving arms of my children... and husband. No more worries, no more stress, no more neglect. Work has ended, school has ended, and I am finally back as a mom. A full-time mom, no less.

Of course, I am not saying being a full-time mom is any easier, but it sure goes easy on the heart at least. I can finally take my boys out for field trips on a weekday with no hurry, no pressure and lots of fun. I can also finally let them play and learn, without having to rush or stop. Our homeschooling flow will be back as we start the new year, and I am definitely looking forward to that with all the new knowledge and skills I have learnt in my three year study course.

Apart from homeschooling, I'll also have more time to blog (now you know my reason for missing in action!), attend media invites and concentrate on some personal projects I have in mind. It is going to be enriching! I love teaching, so I won't give that up entirely, no. But first, let me be a teacher to my children!

Gift from my internship supervisor.

Here's to a new beginning!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Just another one of those sacrifices.

When I first held my babies in my arm the moment they were passed to me, I said under my breath "I would sacrifice anything for these boys." I meant my word, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would need to sacrifice my teeth for my boys. I remember how a friend once told me that having sons would equal getting into many accidents, hence the most important purchase for myself would be to invest in a personal accident plan.

I actually did listen to her wise words, and am pretty glad I got myself insured. At the rate these boys climb, jump, trample all over me, accidents were bound to happen one day. Sure, I've gotten my finger fractured before, perhaps a nose injury too and many times I woke up with a strained back. I thought that was the  worse things could get handling two very active toddlers... until...


It all happened so fast, a knock, a bang, and out fell two large pieces of a broken canine. And there staring back at me in the mirror was a toothless shocked look. In all honesty, I think I was a little too shocked, depressed, worried, anxious to react. I put on a strong front for the boys, and told them "see momma has no tooth now!" and laughed away the pain. For days, it was the highlight of their laughs as I frantically contacted the dentist for an appointment which chalked up a thousand dollar bill in total.

My tooth is restored now, though only for aesthetic purposes and I guess I can look back and laugh about the whole incident. I can now say that I have gone down extreme measures of sacrifice for my children, right down to sacrificing my teeth! I am guessing this is just going to go under a long list of sacrifices ahead. It is quite amazing how motherhood can be the most trying period, yet we all somehow find the patience and love in us to overcome all that.

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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Tuesday's (scratch that) Thursday's twenty questions.

Let me attempt to explain my absence over the past week. Errrr, I have been having fun! Too much fun that I actually forgot my blogging duties. I need to re-start my blogging gear with not too heavy a post, nothing too lengthy nor brainy. Just nice for a twenty-question linky from MummyMoo! It would be fun recollecting the day I added mother into my resume. 

1. Was your pregnancy planned, and how old were you?
Yes I've always believed pregnancies must be planned or else I'll suffer from a heart attack or something. Unless of course a condom breaks, but still heart attack-ish nonetheless. I was 25 then. 

2. What were your reaction?
Stunned, happy, still stunned. 

3. How did you find out you were pregnant?
Been trying for a few months and got a tad disappointed when the period came twice so I decided to let go and not test or count or anything of that matter. In the end, it happened when I wanted to skip work so I had to go get an MC so off to the doctor I went. I was suffering from unusual bloating (never knew that was a symptom of pregnancy then!), and somehow or rather the doctor decided to test for pregnancy and vavavoom, we were indeed pregnant!

4. Who did you tell first?
Mom!!

5. Did you find out the sex?
Initially we wanted it to be a surprise. Then at the 13th week, the gynae decided to tease us by saying "ooohhhh look at that.................... sure u don't wanna know?" And the weakling in us took over, and we said "Pleasseeeeeeeeeeeee do tell!"

6. Did you have morning sickness?
Nope, nada. Thank god!

7.What did you crave?
HAHAHAHA. believe it or not, my one and only craving was for........... archie comics! Woke up one night and craved very badly for ARCHIE COMICS. So the husband had to go to the nearest convenient store to pick up a stack of archie comics. We guessed we were pregnant with either a heartbreaker of sorts (Archie) or a comic relief fella (jughead). 

8. Who / What irritated you the most?
I had a happy pregnancy, I was a generally happy mommy-to-be until the 30th week where every position make me sleepless at night. Then the cranky zombie in me woke up. *growlll*

9. Did you wish you had a different gender from what you obtained?
Somewhere deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down, I guess I really hoped it was a girl. 

10. How many kilos did you gain during the entire pregnancy?
12 kg, I still think I looked pretty normal except that I couldnt see my feet.

11. Where did you think the baby was conceived?
I think.......... no wait. I don't know. We just tried and tried and tried. Should be a room of our home, or maybe the couch...or the carpet. 

12. Did you have any complications during the pregnancy?
I was on the verge of getting gestational diabetes, yeah yeah too much chocolate alert pre-pregnancy. So the gynae made me go on a strictly no sugar diet which was mad crazy insanely difficult to do because that meant no sweets, chocolates, tea, coffee, rice, noodles ( yes nothing with starch too). I swear I don't know what I actually ate in the end.

13. Where did you give birth?
Mine was elective c-sect so nothing to dramatic about that. I gave birth in an OT with crazy white lights blinding me, and the cling-clangs of the damn equipment (scalpel and what not) was freaking the crap out of me.

14. How many hours were you in labour?
Eh! Does braxton hicks count?

15. Who watched you give birth?
Husband dressed in a silly astronaut suit. You would think he was walking on the moon or something.

16. Was it natural, or C-Sect?
C-Sect, I have a pretty smiley to remember my "labouring" journey.

17. Did you take medication to ease the pain?
Just the anesthesia during the operation. After that I rejected every painkiller because I was breastfeeding and the paranoia of drugging my kid came to me.

18. When was your child born?
05 February 2010 (the husband likes to remember it as 5 x 2 = 10. SIAO!)

19. What is his / her name?
Ahmed. Chinese name: Ah-mat. 

20. How old is he today?
He is 37months to date, which has been the best 37months of our lives, no doubt about that.

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