These are not games meant for kids only. We have been tag along when it's time to play.
Let's talk about "Hide and Seek" first. Yesterday, Heather made us search the whole condo when in fact she was hiding behind a chair at home.
What happened?
Hannah and I were in our home office (doing homework) when Heather gone "missing". Jon called out for her several times at home, checked the rooms, wardrobes, looked all around (miss that corner) and there was no reply. We assumed she had sneaked out to the playground through our patio gate which was not locked. He went around the condo but couldn't find her. So Hannah and I went out too to search. I walked down the stairs nearest to our apartment which lead to the basement carpark. There was no sign of her in there but I thought I could hear Heather's voice from the ground floor above. I decided to check out the playground after surveying the carpark. So I took the lift to the ground floor. As I was approaching the playground, I spotted Jon and Hannah. Heather was running towards them behind me. She was smiling as she came nearer. She was in her tshirt and panty. We questioned where she could have been. She said she was at home all the time and she knew when we called her. It's quite unbelievable. When we got home, the sliding door was opened, which means that Heather was indeed the last to come out because I shut it before I left the house to look for her. She showed us where she was. She sat behind the wooden chair, with a packet of newly opened biscuit next to her on the floor. She was probably so focus on opening that packet of biscuit that she didn't bother at responding to us.
I could not stop myself laughing.
Now, for Tug of War, there is me versus the girls and Hannah versus Heather. You won't find me smiling when I am in it. In fact, everyday I ask myself, when will there be tranquility and harmony among us.
Hannah turned 6 a month ago and I feel like I am dealing with a 16. These days I find it so hard to get her to listen and follow instructions (such as: put her shoes on the shoe rack after removing them, pack up her toys and room, do her homework without giving the same old excuses, postphoning the job or complaint (unfairness) that her sister has no school work or too little because she (Heather) completes her tasks quicker than her, eat up all the veggies without stuffing her entire mouth which makes chewing and swallowing more difficult, etc). The thing that winds me most is when she talks back at me. I admit I am not very patient when I am busy and angry words burst out of my mouth quickly and loudly when I reach boiling point. I only learn to yell after becoming a mother and honestly I am tired of raising my voice and hearing "sorry mummy". I have tried praising her but she doesn't like it when I say she has done well, she also doesn't like hugging and kissing. When I say "I love you", she says "I know I know".
Yesterday, a taxi driver started talking about his teenage son. Like most parents, he loves his son and wants him to be well (and leaves the wrong company of friends whom he picked up all the bad habits from). But sadly, we always show our concerns and intentions in the wrong manner and words. I am guilty of being harsher than I should be. I am aware that I need to change my way of parenting and acquire to more positive skills to bring up a developing child and foster a more loving mother and daughter relationship.
As with Heather, the experience is pretty similar to that of Hannah. The one that gets me lately is going for a pee before a nap after lunch and sleep at night. Sometimes I trusted her that she had gone to the toilet but only knew that she didn't when her bed is wet. The other one is biting her fingers and nails. I just can't get her to stop. Any solution, anyone?
Tug of war between the sisters, I don't think I need to explain more. Lately the girls have been fighting constantly with each other over nothing very easily. Heather picks up a handful of new not-so-nice words from her sister and used them on her. Hannah is fond of pointing fingers at Heather when things go wrong and that winds Heather up. Their bickering and tales-telling drives me nuts. I know that sibling rivalry is normal, yet I can't help hoping that threat each others as friends. I tried getting the girls to hug each other to make up. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Last night, it didn't. In fact, they argued even as they laid down to sleep. The bunk bed didn't help much. Separate rooms, maybe.
This morning around 7.20, the first thing they did right after they woke up is, of course, fight (over a tiny dog miniature of less than 2cm). I was not in the best mood plus we were in a hurry to get ready for school so it didn't help. What a great way to start the day.
I want to be a nice mummy and not like Cinderalla's step mother. On days like these, it's just impossible. I can't wait for this phase to be over. Will it ever?
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