This is it; as ambiguous as it gets.

Sunday, November 22, 2009
the truth is i want to be myself.
You know, I like the way Caucasians teach their children (well, it does not apply only to Caucasians but for that matter, based on what i had seen, yes; Caucasians.) The nice, well-respected ones, the ones that does not put on airs. Its nice and heartwarming. The way the kids says please and thank you or just the mere reply from them when you ask questions gives you the picture on what kind of environment they grow up in at home.I certainly would want my child to be somewhat like that.
You see, the difference between the Asians and them is having every means to grab the chance to spend time with their children. I see enthusiasm in them participating with their child, giving them every inch of encouragement even if the kids just suck at what they are doing. Relatively, to Asians, they assume its better or best to leave the kids on their own as yes, obviously they are in our good hands. But, im talking about the bonding session here, parent to child participation. I am not saying that there are no Asians families who do not do that but its only a minority.
I want to be the outgoing mom; in order to do that- having a funky-cool-outgoing too husband is crucial. Imagine, you are all out having this cool idea of probably hmm, let me think playing in the rain, jumping in the puddles of dirty water with our yellow boots- then if i happen to marry an uncool husband (touch wood if that happens); he is so not going to be for the idea right? Party-pooper! At work, i have this particular 2 families which i think i am going to learn from them. Like this russian family, the mom; she is a triathlete btw have 2 children. And you know, she rode to class. I mean with her racer and she attached this wagon thing to her bike which is so awesome- i havent seen it sold in Singapore yet and ya, she places her kids inside it. The kids with their litle helmets on and seriously, they are real cute too.
The other family which is Chinese-American, dad and son would rode on their bicycles too. But, separately. The kid, Tien which is only 3 years old can already rode a 2 wheel bicycle like a pro. There was this particular day where Tien came into class with tears in his eyes and i asked him why. He said he fall from his bike while going down slope and his dad says it was okay and its all part of growing up. Then, i ask why is he still crying, he said that his just sad that front bit of his bike got scratched and it was a birthday present from his parents. Omgg, speaking of maturity at the age of 3.
That's it for now. Dont ever get me started about school. Its taxing.