Truth vs Myth

With Miss 2 growing up so quickly, she is also picking up on stories and thoughts from other children. Most of the time, she doesn't quite understand what they mean and would ask me. Things like Santa and reindeers, aliens, Jesus dying on the cross, etc..

She accepts the answer when I tell her that Santa and reindeers flying is just a story but Jesus was real and he died on the cross just as the Bible told us so.

Then, as a day care mum, I've had children being excited about Easter bunnies and Santa Claus and though I look forward to these occasions, I also tell them that the rabbits and flying Santa and reindeers are just stories. Those times, it hurt more when I told them the truth.

I'm not even looking at spiritual teaching, but when children are told by someone else that Santa, reindeers, tooth fairies, rabbits, etc are not real, their little bubble seemed to burst somewhat.

Part of me says it's ok, they need to learn the truth one day, so better be from young. The other part of me says they're still young. Let them have the excitement of meeting Santa and the tooth fairy. But, the spiritual side of me says no to not telling them what is right.

I find it even more difficult when children from Christian families tell me that these icons are real. What do I tell them? That their parents lied?

I cannot avoid my own chid(ren) from learning about these festivity icons or other mythical people, either from the West or from my own Chinese culture. But my stand towards these stories is just that - stories. My children can learn about them because they are a part of the society's upbringing, but I'll stick to my side of the story and let them know that they are only myths.

It hurts to tell the truth, and it probably hurts for them to learn the truth. But if I were to insist that my children speak only the truth to others, then I think that even stories have to be differentiated between the myth and the truth and that I, as the parent, have the responsibility to tell them that what they're listening to is only a story. Sphere: Related Content

I love newborn babies

I really love newborn babies. They're such fragile sweet-smelling creatures. I love the way they peek out at you with their sleepy eyes and the way they yawn and struggle to get out of their wraps.

Visited a friend who just gave birth last week. Didn't get to carry bub. Was a little disappointed. There were grandparents hovering over my shoulders. It's understandable, that being the couple's first child and the first grandchild of the family.

Looking at the newborn reminded me of my birth with now Miss 2. That was 2 yrs ago. She was a very placid baby. Curious about everything. Didn't mind being carried and passed around. I didn't mind people carrying her either. They're tough, these little people. She was jaundice though, so slept through a lot of the times. But doesn't feed well at the breast, so needing to use the breast pump and giving her formula at the same time.

Anyway, I love newborns. Yes. Love to cuddle them, kiss their soft cheeks, feel their soft tender skin and just be with them. Could smile endlessly at a sleeping child in my arms. Sphere: Related Content

Reason for this blog

There seems to be a reason for everything and so, there is a reason for this blog.

It's more a diary and collection of my life as a mother. Motherhood does not end after children enter adulthood. There's still the adult child to parent, though at a different approach, then there's the grand-motherhood that is to come.

I am also a day care mum, so this also qualify as part of motherhood, I suppose! Sphere: Related Content