Yeah.. I think being a mum for almost 17 months, I had learn quite a few lessons on the way ( and abit dreadful of the even more lessons as Arwen goes older).
See, my backside itchy again. Since I decided not to have second kid, that means we really can give A the best of the best. Here, I have a few mummy friends who are scouring for preschools liao and I initially skip the idea as I know if I have 2nd kid, I cannot afford to send A to a very expensive school.
Many mummies here also send their kids to playschool which can range from SGD 30 onwards per session for 1 hour each. I find it ex but since well, I can afford now, so I had been bringing A for trial classes.
She started her Baby French class last week too and what had I learn? Silly me, I have this romantic Hallmark vision of Arwen lovingly sitting on my lap, lapping up the fun Frenchy stories the teacher is telling. Silly me, having this illusion that Arwen will then look at me with big adoring sparky eyes , happy then she is with mummy learning something new.
Reality..
Try keep a 16.5 months old still for 2 mins. Arwen wouldn't for the life of her wonder why suddenly she has to sit and listen to this angmo who is speaking a language which she had never heard. She wants to play with the puppets, the books, she wants to roam around the classroom, she can identify the crayons and paper but why can't she play with them? She love the dogs cartoon on the wall and giggle at them, why mummy keep dragging her away to sit? What the hell is this sticky thing? Glue? FUN! I want to spread it all over my arms and legs . Why mummy keep giving bits of paper to stick on the ball? Oh.. don't like the feeling of the glue *WAIL WAIL WAIL*
Oh music! I like! Dance dance dance, why that little girl crying? I also want to cry *wail wail wail*
I tell you girls......... it is so funny lor! All the kids in the class are of her age and they are so RESTLESS!
Those trial class, same thing. Seriously... it is waste of money bringing them there. The trial class also quite cute, they have this paint session. The teacher goes around putting some paint on a plate, Arwen like " WTF, only ONE COLOR!!!????". I look at her bored face and started laughing. I mean at home, she got about 4 or 6 colors everytime we do hand paint.
I think .....really.... it is me who actually thinks she needs enrichment this and that. It is me who thinks it will be better for her, make her smarter, learn faster. I am scare even though I do not even know why i am scare she will lack behind on and on and on.
I mean, it is good classes but when I see the kids faces there, they honestly just look bewildered and confuse, not engage with joy.
Some older kids do have fun there so I decide Arwen will go to these classes after she turns 2 or more if I feel it will benefit her.
Ahh... another funny thing. I went nuts buying handpaint, whatever I can find here, I just buy. My mother is like.. need so much meh?? I just ignore.
End up.. Arwen is those who dun anyhow whack paint one.I keep shoving more and more paint for Arwen to play but she can only handle one color at a time and she enjoys swirling, pinching, spreading it on her arms and legs more than paper. Whole process can entertain her for over 45 mins. I think er, per session, she use less than 30 mls of paint! Now I am like one silly twit with tons of paint!
Thing is, they really don't need much eh, it is me who needs to have all, need more, sibei kiasu! I mean I am not hard on myself or regret buying paint cos I know I can host a playdate with those also but more again how all these humble me and make me understand, kids have the most fun when we dun expect too much from them and let them be.
