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Sing A Song – I can see a Rainbow

Ever since I heard Delta Goodrem’s I can sing a rainbow, I’ve always thought that was a nice melody.
Of course as this is a song, it can be interpreted more indepth, but I get irked easily whenever things are not in the right place. Perhaps I’m too rigid, but I just think it’s a better idea when information is correct to begin with, for learning’s sake.

So here I’ve adapted this melody with the correct sequence of the colours of the rainbow. Not too difficult!

I Can See a Rainbow
Red and orange and yellow and green
Blue, indigo and violet
I can see a rainbow
See a rainbow
See a rainbow, in the sky

See with your eyes
Listen with your ears
And sing everything you see
I can see a rainbow
See a rainbow
Sing along with me

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Mother-daughter relationships

On Facebook I always see pictures of friends who are close to their mums, and they boast of all the good things they do. I don’t particularly feel envious as I acknowledge things between my mum and I have never been good. Of course there are days when we just talk and gossip and it seems that all is well. But there will always be at least one incident a day either one of us will piss the other off. This article I came across holds true of my mum:

Whenever mothers offer any (motherly) advice, or suggest improvements in wardrobes, hairstyles, or looks, daughters smell a rat and see implied criticism in everything that is said (or left unsaid). Mothers think that they correct their daughters because they care for their daughters; daughters think that mothers just need an excuse to criticize. The resulting tension often spills over for days on end.

If my mum wasn’t always so critical of me, I may like her more, and even tell her my secrets, instead of telling my aunt or bestie first. But knowing her, I know she will never change. This is the same woman who will preach to me about how I should “be a wife” to Ravin, of which zilch she follows of her own advice. Role modelling they say.

Do I believe in karma? I do. Someday my own kids will be writing blogs like this, criticizing my role as Mummy. But at least I know I’ve tried to be everything my mum was not. I’m not going to boast that “I raised you two by myself so I’ve got experience you should follow”. I read, and I’m proud of it. Yes, theory may not always be able to be applied realistically. But the authors are not called experts for nothing.

Reference: http://sg.theasianparent.com/mother-daughter-relationship/

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Empathy VS Sympathy

I dreaded taking my Helping Children Cope with Stress Module during my Bachelor of Science degree course so much I didn’t do my assignments. Yet this was the one module I learnt the most, in terms of becoming an emotionally better person.
I once commented that ‘sympathize’ should be a banned word because there’s no one else who will ever know EXACTLY how you feel about what you’re going through.
Empathy VS Sympathy. I learnt this distinguished difference from Paul Thayer, our lecturer for that module.

http://familyshare.com/how-to-teach-kids-empathy

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Grandparents’ role in a family nucleus

I’ve never understood my parents’ role as grandparents in my little family of soon-to-be 5.
I don’t understand why they will fault me and nag at me for discipline methods they themselves have used on us when we were young kids.
I don’t understand why then, they need to interfere, when I’m disciplining my own kids.
I’ve always felt “Man! Being a mum is really a crap job.” Because we’re really picking up the crap everybody else is leaving behind.
I got so upset once I told my parents off “Once and for all, you’ll be responsible for the consequences of your own actions!”
Eg 1. Raoul threw a tantrum because he wanted my dad to carry him while he was carrying Raylan. My dad said no although he usually gives in to him. So I walked further up to let my dad settle this issue himself. That’s for NOT listening when I said not to give in to him from the start.
Eg 2. It was Raylan’s naptime so I took the opportunity to rest too. But after he finished his milk, he got up crying by his cot because I didn’t allow him to play. Just because my mum didn’t want to hear him cry, she brought him out to play somemore when he was already so sleepy. Not only did it ruin his schedule that day, she made herself tired as well. I allowed her to do that to herself.

Call me mean or uncaring but I’ve really neither time nor patience to deal with my parents when I’m already busy trying to deal with and correct my children’s bad habits (a direct result of pampering and inconsistent rules).

So I’m glad I came across these articles. This is dedicated to you Mum and Dad.

http://www.janetlansbury.com/2011/06/the-parenting-magic-word-10-ways-to-use-it/

http://familyshare.com/12-ways-to-be-the-meanest-mom-in-the-world

http://sg.theasianparent.com/how-to-get-my-parents-to-stop-parenting-my-kid/