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The apple of my eye September 15, 2010

Filed under: Insights and thoughts,Surviving toddlerhood — rihanijunarto @ 3:29 pm

My daughter is blessed with bright,clear and sparkling eyes. Sometimes, she’d see things before I could see them. One day she was really mad at me because I couldn’t see a dog in a painting that we hang in our house. She tried so hard to convinced me that there IS a dog in the painting – until I finally saw it – a tiny little white poodle in the corner of the painting. I could go on writing this kind of story, but I have another thoughts from Anjali and her eyes that I felt worth to note down.

“Ma, ada Ai di mata mama!” my daughter shouted excitedly while pointing at my eyes. This is her favorite line these past few months. She’s always thrilled to see her reflection in my eyes. I can’t really describe how I feel – overwhelmed with joy is probably appropriate -  whenever she said this. When Anjali told me that she saw herself in my eyes, she was not just telling me about things she sees, but she’s also telling me that she has nothing to hide – that she felt secure with me. The gesture that she won’t be showing when she feels insecure of herself.  She’d looked at me briefly-or even avoiding eye contact when she knew that she had disobeyed me, or just gazed at me when she needed my help, or approval, OR,  she’d just ‘search’ for me to fulfill her needs – give her food when she was hungry, take her to her bed when she felt tired, read her a book when she wanted to hear a story, you name it.

The term ‘eyes’ is commonly used to symbolized the word ‘watch’ or ‘see’ which has more subtle meaning – referring to the person with the eyes, and not the one that sees his or her reflection in them. Occasionaly it is also used to indicate ‘truth’ as we can see if someone is telling the truth or not by looking at a person’s eyes. But all of these connotation almost always referring to the person with the eyes, the subject that actively ‘sees, watches, observes, gazes, or looks’ at other things as objects. When Anjali saw herself in my eyes, it’s like seeing herself at a mirror, she was being the subject and yet she saw herself as an object – whic is the true meaning of self reflecting. I often say that I did some reflecting but I actually did not want to see myself as an object. This is what happens when Anjali just ‘look or stare’ at my eyes but would not see her reflection in them. I should put more effort to humble myself to be able to see myself as the object of my reflecting process.

Another comforting truth that I’ve learned from this is that when Anjali sees herself through me, we both are in a joyous state as a result of a secured relationship. Nothing to hide, both the subject and the object feels the comfort of communicating and just being honest with each other.  We usually sit down and talk about several things before Anjali told me about seeing herself in my eyes.  This made me think of my relationship with my Creator. What a delightful moment it is when we could see our reflection through His eyes, not just ‘search’ for Him when we need Him, or gaze at Him for His approval. How sad it is if we just wanted to ‘look or stare’ at His eyes but could not see our reflections in them. I already knew that He would shield and care for me, that He guarded me as the apple of His eye, but now I also long to see myself in His eyes, and vice versa, as a sign of my absolute honesty – to be able to see myself through His eyes.

 

Silent Prayer July 17, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — rihanijunarto @ 2:33 am

September 17, 2008

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris,

it could be weeds in a vacant lot,

or a few small stones; just pay attention,

then patch a few words together

and don’t try to make them elaborate,

this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks,

and a silence in which another voice may speak

(written by Mary Oliver ; quoted from ‘O’ Magazine – Dec 2007)

 

Parenting wisdom July 15, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — rihanijunarto @ 6:10 pm

I did some web research about parenting a toddler the other day and found this poem written by a parent of a grown up child. I changed it a bit and try to keep this wisdom in mind.

If I had my child to raise over again,
I would finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I’d do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
I’d build her true self worth in God’s eyes first and the house later.
I’d teach less about the love of power,
and more about the power of love.

Annon

 

Beware! July 15, 2010

Filed under: Insights and thoughts — rihanijunarto @ 5:50 pm

I quoted this poem (Taken from my Daily Devotion book – The Wings by Jane Briscoe) in my personal journal to remind myself about my role in this world -that is to NOT judging other people.

I dreamt death came the other night and Heaven’s gates swung wide.
An angel with a halo bright ushered me inside.
And there to my astonishment stood folks I’d judged, and labeled as
‘quite unfit’, ‘of little worth’ and ‘spiritually disabled’.
Indignant words rose to my lips, but never were set free,
For every face showed stunned surprise; No one expected me!


 

Anjali, the Rain and the Rainbow July 15, 2010

Filed under: Surviving toddlerhood — rihanijunarto @ 4:18 pm


The Rain and The Rainbow

I often think that as parents we need to figure out ways to teach our child at every circumstances possible, but lately I noticed that it actually worked the other way around. I am the one who learn much from this wild wild world of toddler hood.

This morning during breakfast, Anjali told me that she loves the sound of raindrops. “Ma, Ai nggak suka bunyi truck.. ,” she said with her forehead wrinkling .. [pause].. “.. kalau bunyi hujan, Ai suka!” she added excitedly. I smiled, asked her to eat her bread, and forgot about it instantly.

That clear afternoon we went for a stroll together to pick up some pine cones. Rain forced us to ran back home right after we put our last pine cone in the basket. When we got home, I noticed a rainbow stretched out the sky beautifully. “Liat, itu ada pelangi!”, I shout and put Anjali on a chair so she could see it. I was trying so hard to get her attention toward the rainbow, which was so obvious for me. “Wah, bagus ya Anjali, ada warna pink, kuning, hijau, biru, ungu…,” thinking that was a perfect moment to teach her about colors. I even went further to sang the famous ‘Pelangi’ song to her. I looked at her, expect her to share the excitement with me, but I was dissapointed to see her admiring the RAIN instead of the rainbow..  As the raindrops splashed through her cheeks, she breathed deeply,  and with a big smile on her face said, ” hiiiii.. ujan ma!”..

I could see that she was truly enjoying that moment when the raindrops touched her round cheeks, she was so thrilled to feel the tickling water on her face. I could tell that she was content. I felt sorry for myself. I was so busy trying to get her to learn about colors and the rainbow AND the pelangi song,  that I actually missed the beauty of the rainbow itself! No wonder I even missed the beauty of the rain.. then I remember.. her favorite song is Tik tik tik bunyi hujan.. Wow, she must REALLY loves the rain..

I can’t believe that she’s growing up so fast. She surprised me with her thoughts and insights. Nothing else to be said but thanking God.

 

 
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