Oceans will part

In life's so many uncertainties; retrenchment, meeting daily needs, joblessness, coping with rising living costs, sicknesses, pay cut and the list goes on. One can't seem to know for sure what lies ahead. I can plan; plan for my child's start of new school, plan to bring her out on this particular day, plan for maybe a bigger car to accommodate 2 kids one day, plan for maybe a helper to cope with work and chores,or plan to be a stay home mum and devote my time and attention to my kids. Plan, plan, plan...but when one crisis strikes, no one expected that in the plan and the planning has to be aborted.

I have, yet again, been reminded that God is still sovereign and above all; I am none the wiser. It'll be good to just take a peep at God's master plan. In layman's term---don't waste time planning something that eventually will definitely not work. Makes sense, even logical. But hard truth is that God doesn't work that way.

He doesn't want to rob us of the chance to grow in our faith and trust in Him. To enjoy that close relationship with Him, if that only means one step at a time. I know God is faithful, He has shown that to me countless times. I was reminded by a game my daughter plays with my husband.

He will ask Lia to hold him by his neck with both her hands and he will let go of his hands when he is carrying her. She will then hang in there tightly with her dear life. She finds it a thrill, yet she will scream for help and plead with her father, "Papa, Papa!" But whole time, it is a fun game and she will request to play this again and again.

I could tell she was afraid to fall. But she still wants to play this game with her father repeatedly. Trust. She knows her father will not let her fall. He will never intentionally hurt his child. Just like God will not intentionally inflict pain on us.

So even if times are gloomy, I know it's "thrilling" to know that at the end of the "hanging on game" my God will catch me if I'm falling. And that is the moment of comfort---to know and understand that God is always there. There is hope. For a child it's very reassuring, for me, it's the same.

So, in my life, in my family, God, let Your will be done.

Teddy bear and dancing with Superstar Kelly

I laid the blanket on the floor and put teddy bear on it. Then I laid myself down with it too.

But as I was about to go to dreamland with my Teddy, I heard Kelly, the Singapore idol superstar singing on TV. And of course, I couldn't resist dancing and imitating her singing as usual. Poh Poh once said perhaps I could be a singer next time. (Ya, and beat Stephanie Sun.) Mama thinks she should save hard for me to learn a musical skill or vocal well. So that even if I don't like books, I can still be a music teacher!

Wei! No manners! Who says talented musicians cannot study and be smart too huh!!! Stereotype! Mama know of many friends who are musically talented and smart in school too hor!

By the way, my parents noticed I have been using my left hand alot. I use it to draw, feed myself and hold things with it. Mama wanted to test if it was only by chance. So she tried to pass spoon to my right hand during meal time. But when I used my right hand, I couldn't grip the spoon well enough to feed myself. So I quickly switched it to the left hand.

Papa is thrilled. He has always wanted to be a left hander. Duh?! According to him, left handers are so cool and unique. Quite true, Mama read in a research paper (very long ago, maybe statistics have changed) that left handers are only 1% of the world's population. So they are rare.

Papa recalled when he was young, Yeye kept telling him to use his right hand instead of left. He's wondering if he was left alone to use his left hand, will he be a left hander too? That remains a mystery. But he told Mama that his side of the relatives has many left handers.

Well, we'll wait and see. We should know better when I turn 3 or 4.

Happy bit me

A few weeks ago, my best pal, Happy (Gugu's dog) bit me on my arm. I was always quite rough with him and would chase that poor fellow around the house, pull his tail, hit his head or squeeze him really tight till I irritate him.

That day, as usual, I "played" with him. Despite Happy trying to always shun away from me (clever, dogs really can tell "danger is coming") I managed to catch up with him. I hit his head and I guess that was the last straw that broke the "dog's" back. He retaliated by biting my arm.

That should teach me a lesson to play gentler with him. My grams and parents do hope so too. After that episode, I told a few people this story, like my Poh Poh, "Happy, beat, bite (showing biting action on arm), "made crying sound" and action, and Happy angry."

Good thing Happy is a gentle dog. He didn't bit that hard and the wound soon healed in 2 days. Just a scratch. Mama used a phone therapy on me that weekend. She wanted me to really learnt that I started it and did something to cause Happy to bite me. She didn't want me to think that it was only Happy's fault.

So she took my favourite handphone and pretended to call Happy. She said, "Hello, is this Happy? Did Xuan Xuan beat you and made you angry. And that was why you bit her arm? Ok, I'll tell her not to beat you again. But you cannot bite her too, ok? She will say sorry to you" Immediately, Mama passed me the phone and I said, "Happy, sorry." Hopefully, I can learn to be gentler with Happy, and also other kids, for that matter. :P