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side effects of motherhood

I’m *officially* the new ambassador for the Speak Mandarin Campaign.

Over the weekend, I had a chance to sit down for a forum with Fiona Walker, Principal Director of Julia Gabriel, Huang Ying, their Head of Mandarin and several other parents over some mini sandwiches at The Pines. We were supposed to talk about how to help our kids learn Mandarin, a topic that I’ve been refusing to touch with a ten foot pole. But you know me, any chance to sit down for a smoothie without the kids and I’m totally game.

Ever since the kids were born, I’ve been determining my success as a parent by whether or not they survived the day without losing a limb. If both kids were still in one piece by nightfall, it was time to pop the champagne and celebrate.

Seriously, who’s got time to think about things like education, much less in Mandarin.

Besides, the husband and I, we’re not Mandarin people. I mean, we’re Chinese, but it’s a matter of ethnicity rather than conversational ability. Thanks to the gahmen’s successful Speak Mandarin campaign, we are conversant in the language but we’ve been using it as a secret code whenever we don’t want Tru to pick up on what we’re saying. So we’re very good at those key words like “strawberries, yoghurt and cheese” but not much else. Also, we’ve never been very concerned about having them learn Mandarin because after all, we made it through much of our lives speaking mostly English.

Yes, there’s the whole issue of China’s meteoric rise as an economic powerhouse and how speaking Mandarin will be the secret to enormous wealth because you can now sell stuff to 1.3 billion people. But then again, I speak Mandarin and I’m already having trouble selling a muffin to the 70-year-old Aunty next door.

So we tend to find it hilarious rather than upsetting when Tru says his Chinese name with a weird accent. He’ll learn eventually and if he is never effectively bilingual, I think we’re fine with that.

But then as we got to talking, I realize that our predisposition to NOT speaking Mandarin could be more detrimental than we thought. What if our kids turn out to be linguistically inclined? I wouldn’t want them to be deprived of that chance just because daddy and mommy thought it wasn’t cool. Because how cool would it be if they did manage to sell muffins to 1.3 billion Chinese people? VERY COOL.

Long story short, we’re officially starting our Speak Mandarin campaign. We’ll start off with meal times. It will be strictly Mandarin whenever we sit down to eat, so that’s our secret code out the window. We’re concurrently learning all the French words for food as a back up plan. I already know fromage, which is a good start, I suppose. We’ll also start to introduce some Mandarin books into our daily reading material.

It’s been a paradigm shift for us, really. I used to think that I’d much rather our kids be very good at English rather than just ok at both languages but it doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive. Maybe they can be great at both if we give them a chance to be. I know it’s not likely, but hey, one can always hope.

What about you? Any good tips on how to get your kids to speak Mandarin?

milestones & musings

Finally, the big ONE

It’s officially my baby boy’s first birthday today, and I can’t help feeling like one proud mama. Just like that, it’s been a year. 365 days of toil and tears, but also 365 days of love and laughter. In short, it’s been the best year of my life.

This time last year, I was lying on the operating table (fully awake, mind you) with my stomach sliced open and blood all over the table. I could actually see the entire goings-on thanks to the nurse who was holding a reflective metal dish just above my abdomen. My OBGYN thought I was blissfully unaware of what was happening, and I decided to play along. I was too intrigued to be able to witness the whole birthing process.

Then there was this moment where I finally heard the first cry of my little trooper as he came out screaming and kicking. But it was not until they wrapped him up and put him on my chest that it started to sink in. It was so surreal to see this tiny little guy with a headful of armani-styled hair and pouty lips looking back at me and involuntarily, I felt myself tearing.

Somehow, I knew my life was never going to be the same again.

So on this special day, here’s what I’d really like to say.

Tru,

Next to marrying your father, finding out that I was pregnant with you was the happiest moment of my life. I couldn’t have asked for a better, smarter, cuter, happier or fun-ner first kid. It’s not easy being a mom, but you make my job seem like a piece of cake.

You go to sleep on your own at 7.30 every night, eat your vegetables and clean the house for me. The best part of my day is waking up and seeing you every morning, knowing that you’ll reserve your biggest grin for mama. I love snuggling in bed with you before and after your naps as you tumble around and burrow your head like you’re digging your way to China. I relish the times that you climb onto my lap just to be held (even though it usually lasts for 5 seconds max) and look at me with those soulful eyes.

I could go on about all the little stuff you do that makes me go all gooey inside (just don’t exploit it when you grow up). But I just want to say thanks for loving us the way you do.

You’re growing up really fast. Those days when you were flailing around with your skinny chicken legs seem like a lifetime ago, and every day, I watch you grow a little bigger and a lot smarter. You’re going to become a fine young man before I know it. So before I forget, here’s a list of your mother’s words of wisdom (get ready for some serious fromage).

1. Dare to dream and live those dreams

Life’s too awesome to be afraid of failing. Attempt the spectacular and do the stuff that people don’t even dare to dream of. You’re made of tougher stuff, so even if you fall flat on your ass and the world is sniggering, just get up, flick the dust off your clothes and grin like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Then turn around and try it again. You’ll at least have 2 crazy fans cheering you on.

2. Love people with a passion

Last time I checked, wimpy, half-hearted displays of affection aren’t worth much. If you don’t love people until it hurts you in the gut, then it doesn’t really count and you’re better off not loving them at all.

3. Develop a backbone

I can’t tell you how important it is to grow a spine and be a person of integrity. Do the difficult thing and make tough choices. If you take the easy way out all the time, all you end up with at the end of your life is a truckload of wasted potential and missed opportunities.

4. Smile and the whole world smiles with you

You’ve already got a head start in this department. With your shy, boyish grin, it’s enough to make any heart melt when you turn on the charm. Don’t believe in that pessimist, I’m-just-a-realist nonsense. Optimists take over the world and make things happen. Smell the roses and bathe underneath the waterfalls. And especially when it sucks to do it, take a deep breath and smile.

5. Friendships are the most important thing

It’s no fun at all going through life alone and brooding loners usually are that way not by choice, but by the lack of it. Learn to be the kind of friend that stands in the face of adversity and is not afraid to tell the truth when it hurts.

You are going to rock this world.

Happy Birthday, my boy.