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How Ambitious Are You, Parents?

Dear parents, I wrote this because I saw with my own eyes the ambition of a mother.

I accompanied my girl in a coloring contest. My girl is only 3.5 yo. A boy sat next to her was just as old as she is. I brought my daughter only a set of crayons, that’s it. For me, I just wanted to show her that it’s just a fun event. Meanwhile, the mother of the boy prepared 3 sets of coloring tools. Oh wow, he must love coloring, I thought.

The contest begun. The children had 90 minutes to finish it. I let my girl chose every colors she wanted, even if it meant she choose green for face. 🤣 but hey, it should be a fun moment, right?

Meanwhile, the mother of the boy started to give orders to her kid. How ground should look like, what color he should use. She raised her voice when the boy didn’t do it. I was shock.

This story is not about the mother of the boy, I won’t judge her. But this is about me and my view. I raise my kid to know competition. I believe it is important because this world goes crazy on competition nowadays.

But, I want her to understand that in competition she doesn’t have to always be the winner, I want her to enjoy the competition so that she can do her best. I am a mother who believes that introducing competition in a too hard way may cause trauma for children. They might wanna stop and hate the competition at one point.

Yes, I have seen many parents want their children to be a winner in a contest until they get emotional to the children. Well, I agree 100 percently that children should be taught about winning. But they also have to learn how it feels when they loose.

Thus, how about we, as parents let our children explore their own terms about competition. What winning and loosing mean to them. Let them enjoy the process.. we don’t need to be ambitious collecting trophies which aren’t ours.

So..readers, this is only my thought. You don’t have to agree with it.. 😊😊


.A mother.

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I need to prepare…

Today, accidentally I landed on reading an IG story of a friend. She had a dog named Vegas, a golden retriever breed, which really closed to my friend’s daughter. Vegas was really ill and couldn’t survive. My friend put the story of her daughter and Vegas on IG. It brought me into tears. I just couldn’t handle it, seeing how an unconditional love could grow so strong between a little girl and a dog.

My friend’s story makes me realize that I need to be prepared. I also have a little girl and also a senior black toy poodle names Armadillo. I adopted him when he wae around 2 years old. This cute dog always was always by my side when I was pregnant.

As my girl grows bigger, they always play together, inseparable. They have breakfast together, cuddle, chasing around both ways. Sometimes Dillo won’t eat if my girl is not around. She can call his name a hundred time a day, just to get his attention. She put headband on his head eventhough she knows our dog is a boy! But Dillo is such a kind-hearted dog.. he just stay there when my girl puts the headband, tiara, or even sunglasses on him.

The vets that regularly check Dillo warns us to have one more dog, considering that Dillo is already 9 years old now. She’s a bit worried if it would be a great loss for my daughter when it comes for Dillo to go. The same thing was said by my daughter’s pediatrician. She highlighted the possibility of trauma for my girl if Dillo passed away.

I know having two dogs means more works..but also.. more loves. I’m in the process of adopting another dog. I do hope everything goes well..and my daughter will be prepared enough when the time of her lovely dog comes.