We accidentally killed our 6ft Christmas tree summer this year. Perhaps the word ‘accident’ is a weeeeee bit misleading… We actually cold-blooded left it in the hot sun in extreme thirst to die. ( ಠ ͜ʖಠ)

Erm, don’t look at me…. look at him *points at Mojuju* ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

So this year I ordered a 80-100cm tree for Christmas which was cheap (for a reason)………. and we ended up with a dwarf Christmas tree (๑♡⌓♡๑). Sigh… Christmas trees…  can never get it right……. Well at least with this tree we can slowly grow it every year (PLEASE MOJUJU STOP TORTURING THE POOR PLANTS) with the children! By the time they are 20 years old we would probably have to plant the tree down in the ground for it’s size….. ♡ ～(‘▽^人) Yes but first, we need to keep it alive……. ༼ ಢ_ಢ ༽

Another thing we can never seem to ‘get it right’ is parenting.

Ever wished that being a new parent comes with an IKEA instruction book? I did, I still do. Sometimes being a parent (I’m not even a new parent anymore) really is challenging. We never know if the next thing we do will turn our kids into a psychopathic serial killer. Did Jeffry Dahmer’s parents knew??? Where did they even go wrong?

A lot of us take the parent role as an educator. We are to educate and to teach our innocent young spawns the right and wrong; the good and bad; actions and consequences. Afterall, if not us, who would teach them all these right?

But have you ever looked at your child as a teacher?

Instead of taking the role as an educator and teacher, step back and look at your children; what can you learn from them? I can tell you in my personal experiences, my children has taught me more valuable lessons than any self-improvement or self-help book can ever provide.

I remember the joy in Lil’Tuesday’s face when she was self aware in the bath, splashing the water in the tub. Oh that simple joy of discovering water! When was the last time I splashed some water and simply appreciate the sensation of water? I remember the look on Mr.Monday’s face when I dared him to run under the pouring rain. He was so ‘frighten’ of the rain, and he was avoiding it like a plague. The confused look he had when I stood in the rain and got myself wet, with him joining and screaming in delight later.

But one major lesson I’ve learnt from Mr. Monday these past few weeks was forgiveness.

I was slathering myself with body butter from bodyshop. Mr. Monday wanted to try some so I let him; forgetting that he has the world most sensitive skin!!! He erupted into hives which itches and stings. I quickly administered some anti-histamine to him and covered him with calamine lotion instead. I felt like the world most stupid mother ever. I KNEW he has sensitive skin and yet I didn’t think twice about giving him body butter filled with parfum in it!!!! I felt a big pang of guilt in me. I was so ashamed to even meet his eyes while I was applying the calamine lotion on his arms when I apologised.

“It’s okay because you didn’t know,” he answered to my apology.

I was shocked by his calm and forgiving words. Your mom basically fucked up, and you held zero resentment towards her. I just didn’t know what to say. I hugged him and kissed his forehead.

Children, if you haven’t noticed are the most forgiving people on the planet. They really really aren’t appreciated enough. Think about how many times you had a ‘hard day at work’ and ended up in a bad mood, and yell at your child for the little things that wouldn’t matter ANYWAY. But do they ever hold it against you? No, they still love you the same. In fact you probably didn’t even apologise to them for being a snappy bitch! Adults sucks, we care too much about things that don’t matter and then ignore things that truly matters to our children.

My children, have made me learnt that I can be even more patient than I thought I could. Because of how loving and forgiving Mr. Monday is, I have learnt to be patient and less of a snappy bitch (haha my favourite word RN). On days where he is challenging, I remember just how forgiving he is, and I try my best to be as forgiving as he is. He’d never hold anything against me; so I shouldn’t too. Being his mother taught me that when I get impatient and angry, it is never about him, it’s about me! I need to reflect on myself, WHY am I being impatient, WHY am I angry. Who am I truly angry with; him, or my own shortcomings?