Bangkok, Mama, Papa, Syafiq

A New Chapter: Daycare

We are on our first week of Sya’s daycare journey. The hardest part, I believe. It’s the second experience, indeed. Somehow it doesn’t make this second time any way easier than that of the first one. Let’s simply say that we are on the different circumstances. I mean, this time around and about 8 years ago.

It is worries galore.

We are worried about his meal. He is in a public daycare run by a local. Yes, we had made it clearly understood that Sya is a moslem.  Yes, Sya is not the only moslem toddler there. Yes, the daycare doesn’t serve pork to the kids and serve halal-certified chicken. Somehow this worry is just lingering around.

We are also worried about Sya’s language development. He hasn’t mastered Bahasa Indonesia (he speaks a sentence in two words, communicates well, has a very good vocabulary, somehow he’s just two years old toddler. There’s a so much more he needs to learn), yet he has to communicate in Thai with his sitters. How will he deal with it?

Sya always knows how to make the outsides see he has done good, and only shares his not-so-good-things with his family. His sitters said that his progress is good, less crying day by day, and he sleeps and eats well during his time there. Somehow, we witness how he copes with his sadness and fears each time we bring him there in the morning and pick him up in the noon (Sesedih apa melihat bocah yang sedih dan gelisah selama di gendongan  dalam perjalanan ke TPA, terus sesampainya di sana langsung jadi anak tegar yang tanpa nangis pindah ke pangkuan pengasuhnya dan mengucapkan selamat tinggal sama orang tuanya, coba?).

Oh, why the gene is inherited and expressed in you, Sya?

It’s hard for us, but I know it’s so much harder for him.

Why does a child have to suffer in the name of his parents’ choice?

In the end of the day, I am realized this is not the first time for us. We had survived it before. I know how it is played. I know how it will be rolled. Sya will be fine. He will cope it better than I thought. He is stronger than I expect. Yes, ye will turn out fine. InsyaAllah. Just like his sister years ago. May Allah help Sya through this, as we have done our part in the best efforts we can.





Well, well, here is the breakdown:

  • Sya is in 5 pics
  • Soph is in 3 pics
  • I am in 5 pics
  • Pak Suami is in 4 pics
  • There are 3 work-related pics

Somehow, my friend, let me tell you one thing. My life is not that depicted in my Instagram feeds. Not even close. My Instagram is curated, I only post things that I want people see. Just like a house, I only open a window. 

Thank you 2017, and hello 2018. 

Mama, Papa, Sophie, Syafiq

Square One

There’ s a time for anything, i believe. There was time when my world was spinnned around science writing, when Carl Zimmer, Ed Yong, and Atul Gawande occupied my mind (while it wasn’t busy with my primary business, of course). I had so many plans related to this in my mind, somehow none of actions i took then. I am wondering, was i that busy with science writing, or, was i busy imagine it?

After a while i’ve been busy with rumahliliput-hypes only, it finally comes a time when i have a lot of free time to do anything outside that hypes. Those long sleepless nights provided me time to do things useless, of course. Do you know what i do with those times? I stalk. Yes, i stalk in my long sleepless nights. Thank to Instagram (and Twitter, too. Old habit never dies, i guess).

Recently, i found instagram’s account of one i admired for her creativity and struggle to reach her dream. No, i won’t mention her name here.

I catched years since the last time i stalked her in her instagram’s post. She’s just as sweet as she was. She’s just enganged to man with a familiar family name to my ears. And just like that, my stalking journey has officially begun.

I knew that she came from a formal family. Her parents were state officers, and she took a very different path than her parents’. Somehow it’s clear from very beginning that she was raised in a family where education is the first priority. She waited until she was graduated from School of Law before she spreaded her wings, flew away and be who she is known today.

I stalked her family with the help of google. Yes, their formal background would not let his parents possessing instagram account, I guess. Oh, they are retired and her mother run a flower shop.

Sure I was not stop with that. I stalked his fiance, whose big family name. Oh, so he is an aspiring director, a runner, and the our typical of future family man. Lovely.

And so stalked that famous family name. There are television person, actor, restaurateur, philanthropist, and environmentalist there. They love and support each other, i can feel the warmness anytime i look at their pics and read their storiea. They love sports, even the father in his 70s recently participated in a half marathon!

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OK, so, what did you get from this stalking, Tanti?- you may ask.

After did all those stalkings, i realize that family is one’s square one. Yes, FAMILY IS ONE’S SQUARE ONE, i repeat it in capitals. It is the very place where we start, which define our basic color, and eventually where we will come back to, no matter how far we have traveled.

Yes, i know, i am pretty much what my family is. Maybe you see some differences on the surface, but underneath, yep, no need to be discuss further. In my position right now, it doesn’t matter anymore. I accept it, i am good with it.

This rises a question, the essential one. Has i set a family that condusive enough for Sophie and Syafiq to grow to their optimum potency?


Catatan Akhir Kelas Fitoterapi

[Akhir kelas? Iya, karena kewajiban mengajar saya, baik di kelas Fitoterapi Dasar maupun Fitoterapi Lanjut, hanya sampai ke pertemuan ke-7 saja.]

Bagi saya, pencapaian puncak keberhasilan seorang mahasiswa Farmasi dalam mata kuliah Fitoterapi adalah ketika yang bersangkutan bisa mengamalkan amanah dari Ibu Mangestuti Agiel ini. Beliau adalah dosen yang mengajarkan Fitoterapi pada saya dulu (terima kasih, Bu. Semoga Ibu sehat selalu).

Pesan ini adalah prolog dari salah satu post saya dulu, saat kehidupan blogging saya sedang di puncak kejayaannya.

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Menurut Ibu Mangestuti, ketika kita mendapatkan informasi tentang pengobatan dengan bahan alam, katakanlah tanaman A yang bisa untuk mengobati penyakit B, maka seharusnya kita tidak langsung mempercayainya bulat-bulat (dan mengaplikasikannya untuk diri kita sendiri ataupun orang-orang di sekitar kita) ataupun antipati menolaknya. Kita tidak boleh langsung mengaplikasikannya karena bagaimana pun juga kondisi kita pasti berbeda dari apa yang kita dengar. Logis saja deh, kondisi yang berbeda, ya, tidak akan memberikan hasil yang sama bila diberi dengan perlakuan yang sama. Apalagi kalau informasi itu cuma bermodal katanya. Sudah informasinya sepotong-sepotong, berawal dari katanya-katanya pula. A big no no, lah. Terus, kita juga tidak boleh langsung antipati dengan menolaknya mentah-mentah. Karena bagaimanapun juga, ada kebenaran di sana. Ada yang bisa “sembuh” dari penyakitnya dengan tanaman itu. Terus, jangan lupa, meskipun trend-nya semakin menurun, sebagian besar obat yang kita kenal saat ini berasal dari bahan alam (tanaman, hewan dan mikroorganisme). Bukan berarti selalu didapatkan dari bahan alam, memang, tapi pengembangannya menggunakan model senyawa-senyawa yang ditemukan dari bahan alam.

Lha, terus, bagaimana dong, percaya bulat-bulat tidak boleh, antipati juga tidak boleh? Ya ambil saja sikap diantaranya. Stay curious. Cari informasi sebanyak-banyaknya. Semua informasi (yang bisa dipercaya) dikumpulkan, dicerna, ditimbang-timbang-timbang, dikonsultasikan dengan yang paham, baru kemudian diaplikasikan bila memang itu adalah pilihan yang kita ambil.


Counting the Blessings

Because, you know, it seems that the-girl-in-Wanderlust-mood mode has been activated. For your anticipation, it will be last for such a long time that nobody can predict its ending. 

Well, i don’t think you know what i am talking about. Don’t try to find out it, please. It’s better that way, i tell you. 

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It was what we had, an early meltdown phase. I had been anticipated it with, the worst kind, apologies such it is in our family as my nieces were famous for their massive and prolonged tantrum. I had prepared my self. 

And so life went on. Moments came and went, ups and downs, until I realized one thing. I never found Syafiq in his meltdowns. Yes, not even once. He turned into super sweet, clever, and cooperative version of his self since we had rumahliliput for just the two of us. Alhamdulillah.

It is me, i think. I have a full (minus the smartphone time, though) attention to him. There is no distraction in form of Pak Suami. With his presence, my sayang-sayangan energy was divided into department of menyayangi and department of pengen disayang-sayang. When he’s away, practically all of it goes to Syafiq. He’s happy with it and has no time for meltdowns. That simple.

Well, it’s just my spontaneus guessing. Pak Suami has another idea. He thinks that Syafiq is such a considerate toddler. He -Syafiq- knows that it’s only him and me, and most of things will be just shared between us (that everything will come back to him eventually). This way, he choose to be a sweet and kind boy, to make things easier for his self and for me. 

Whatever it is, i am so thankful for this. That’s why i put it as #1 in my blessings. 

Btw, i hope this post won’t be a jinx (may Allah forbid). I wish Syafiq is in his zen toddler mode for the whole periode, that his wild wild meltdown phase will not be returned.