Showing posts with label Ceracau ibu-ibu bingung. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Habiskan kuota mu!-Maret 2015


When the baby’s born, I loose freedom, I loose values that I thought I won’t sacrifice, I loose quality time with my hubby, sisters, and parents, or you can simply say I’m lost.

Membesarkan anak adalah sebuah investasi yang kita tidak bisa tahu dimana ujungnya. Bagi cewek modern yang kenal kuliah, mall, dan pernah berpenghasilan, tinggal di rumah membesarkan anak is an everyday question:
”What the h*ll am I doing here? Do I look like a mop? (Karena udah kelima kalinya membersihkan berbagai tumpahan)
“Apakah ini sebanding dengan apa yang gue korbankan?”

Walaupun sebenarnya kamu sedang membesarkan seorang anak manusia. Walaupun siapapun tahu, pahlawan terbesar dimuka bumi inipun suatu hari pernah juga jadi bayi dan balita.

Tetap saja, begitu susah menilai diri sendiri.... sebagai seorang ibu. Sebagai manusia yang punya mimpinya sendiri.

Lakukanlah yang terbaik apa yang ada depanmu. Bring your best capabilities. Habiskan kuotamu! Nobody know, it will bring you somewhere. Pel kotor? Cuci! Makanan dilepeh-lepeh? Besok bikin lagi! Ada kontes yang selama ini beda dengan keahlianmu? If it’s feels right, why not try it?
If you don’t know where to go, any road will get you there.

I always try to find some place I might fit in. And somehow, I guess I see a light.  Tuhan tidak menutup mata. 

Jadi, untuk saya, Tuhan mengajar saya dengan tahun-tahun yang telah lewat. Ia ijinkan saya menelaah kembali hidup saya. Buat apa kedua tangan ini. Buat apa otak ini. Bukan ‘cuma’ untuk memikirkan karir. Uang. Mengejar kenyamanan hidup.. Tapi pertama-tama, untuk merawat kehidupan. Tanganku, harus belajar memasak. Harus belajar membersihkan, harus tega memegang feses, harus mau menyedot ingus. Otakku, harus mampu memikirkan menu seminggu. Harus bertahan terhadap gempuran emosi. Harus mampu memeluk dan menghibur si kecil, saat kemarahan dan tangis sebenarnya menggelegak di dalam.


Then after years,I must say, for moms who choose staying at home.... Let’s not loose our faith. Your little one deserve you. (Ur time, Ur money, ur energy, ur nap, ur missed lunch/dinner/breakfast, Ur cook, Ur funny face, Ur kiss on her boo boo) I guess at least until they are about 5 years old, as my mother in law told me. Until now I’m still not very sure, does my investment having a good portfolio, but well, I choose to keep it with me.  Hold it tight.

Happy Second Mother Birthday-around Sept 2013

I'm thinking a lot putting this post on the blog. It feels too personal. But hey,I already suffered for about 2 years becos I'm thinking I'm the only one who think such a thing like this. When my son already going to school and I meet more people(Moms), then I know these feelings are normal.But, it can be a monster if you do not have any ventilation. I wish I knew sooner that it's okay to hate some part of my duty as a mother. Cos anyway, I knew that it's just temporary. Soon my boy will be a big kid, and I don't want to feel sorry for things i don't do for him just because I'm whining for myself on his early years. So here it is. Mothers of toddler years, be strong and have fun. You're not crazy at all.

If there’s something can affect me so much, it’s having a kid.
Dualisme sakit dan gairah bangga/senang adalah sensasi yang terjadi, persis seperti peristiwa kelahiran. 

He robed my budget for buying chick-lit and useless-small pretty things.
He caused me ended up in a 1 year-without-haircut

Dia menjauhkan gue dari cat,pensil, scanner, browsing beautiful things, dan membuat gue mempertanyakan keberadaan gue sebagai makhluk berkemampuan kerja profesional.

He tested my endurance. On  10 pm he falls asleep. I’m going out. Eat a full plate of rice. On  11 he cries. I breastfeed, and he sleeps again. I’m going out again. Cook some vegetables and onion for his breakfast. And he cries again. I made him some milk. And he asleep. I opened the door, and he cries again. There goes my midnight me time, and the breakfast that haven’t done yet. What I hate most, when the boy already wake up early in the morning, and there's no food to eat.

If there’s something I wanted to tell, it will be:”Hey world, I’m excruciatingly in pain!”

On this point,
Would you change it with……

living abroad, maybe?in a beautiful apartment, going fabulous place with Sam?
“no”

Noted as a gifted illustrator, received wide publication, and traveling around the world?
“no”

Got a job for ur own children storybook, paid very well?
“no”

If you ask me, yes I hate it so much, but will I trade it with something else? My answer is,
 No, no.


Kata Float dalam lagu “Sementara”,

Percayalah hati lebih dari ini
Pernah kita lalui
Takkan lagi kita mesti jauh melangkah
Nikmatilah lara
Jangan henti disini



Happy second mother birthday. To me.