“…Mommy I want you to be like her Mom..”


We’ve been being in an-almost-a-whole-month end school year vacation today, but it’s not literally “whole” actually, because we (still) have to attend some meetings in the middle of the “breeze”. And today is the time that we must forget that “breeze” for a while. It’s a typical of our “free” time that there are always incessant talks and jests amongst my colleagues, from school stuffs to marriage and wedding, from food to politics and travelling. However, I rarely –and reluctantly – engage but keep naturally observing. That’s the INFJ “thing” in me. Besides, I don’t feel comfortable as it is in a “mixing” setting.

One of my colleagues who sat next to me told me enthusiastically about how she has been spending her vacation at home. The vacation has changed her daily routine until she feels the taste of being a full-time mother (no wonder, because we spend around more than nine hours a day at school, Subhanallah). She can cook every day, no messy house and mountains of laundry, and –of course- her five year old –oh my cute, smart, chatty doll – is happy. She told me how her husband and little one love the food cooked by her and eat more than usual when she used to bought the food outside, MashaAllah. I can feel how happy she was when telling her great time at home.

With smile still in her face she told me that her cute muffin girl was nagging; “….Mommy, I want you to be like Umi *****….” she innocently referred to the neighbor who is a stay at home mother. Oh, it was a heartwarming thing for me. I still remember how she had to leave her for two months due to work duty in another town. It must be wasn’t easy for both of them. But, I understand every choice has its own consequences, either it is a full-time job or home, so it’s a matter of “why” in one’s belief and sometimes circumstance as well.

When trying to look from the child’s perspective, it’s not gifts, expensive toys or the “best” daycare that they need the most. Indeed, their happiness greatly placed in the presence of their mother. The nagging of my colleague’s little daughter is an epitome of the innocent dream of a little child to have her mom giving adequate time for her. Having a-six-month experience working with 1st grade students as teacher assistant a couple years back got me to hear them kept asking “what time is it, Ma’am?” even though their school duration was only five hours long – well, we can imagine a full-day long. While socializing with their peers is undeniably important, mother is always the ‘safest’ place for them to feed their curious mind, instill virtuous values and fulfilling other physical and psychological needs. It can’t be compared to a teacher or nursery worker who has to handle a big number of kids in which their needs must not be fully catered.

(written around three weeks ago)

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