From The Star newspaper



Wednesday February 11, 2009

By RUTH LIEW

In the face of death, children learn more about life.

THE year started on a sombre note for our family. A family member is critically ill. For the first time in their lives, my children are about to lose someone they love very much. They started to question their own vulnerability and wonder whether this will happen to them one day.


When someone in the family dies, adults are not the only ones who grieve. Children also feel the sense of loss. How much children can understand about death depends largely on their age, life experiences and personality. It makes it a lot easier when adults know what a child understands about death.


Learning to cope with death is a process for children and adults alike. There is no one way of doing things nor is there a right way. Adults seek consolation from the love and care of family and friends.


They rely on their faith in God. Like other mental, physical, emotional and language learning tasks, the child has to take small steps before he is able to leap.


Though death is painful, a sense of belonging exists when the family comes together to grieve. It helps for us to reflect on common values such as hope, love, faith and kindness which we share as a family. Children learn that material things are not that important anymore in death. Relationships among loved ones are cherished instead.


Children need space and time to learn to deal with death. They may have different ways of demonstrating their grief. Show understanding and patience as you let them deal with grief in a way that is comfortable for them.


You need not hide your own grief; be honest about your feelings. Your child will feel better when you share how you feel. He will be able to voice out his thoughts and feelings knowing that you can do it too. You can also reassure your child that no matter how sad you feel, you will still be available to take care of him.


Infants and toddlers may seem too young to know what death is. But they get a sense of sadness from the adults around them. Maintain the same routines for young children even when things around the house seem chaotic. Children need to feel secure in their routines and be around people they trust.


Preschoolers often see death as temporary and reversible.


Avoid saying, “Grandmother is only sleeping.” Or “She has gone to heaven.” It is better to be direct, and tell them “Grandfather has died” rather than “Grandfather is sleeping.” Young children are often confused by what adults tell them.


Listen carefully to what your children are saying and help them relate to what they see around them.


Acknowledge their feelings. Get them to put their ideas into drawing or write a story about it.


School-age children may sometimes wonder if they were the cause of the death. It is important to explain to them clearly and assure them that they are not the cause.


Most children get angry, worried and sad about death. They can also act up when struggling to come to terms with a cauldron of mixed emotions. Show your understanding instead of reprimanding them. Their feelings are as real as any adult’s.


Teenagers may hide their feelings and not show that they care. This does not mean they are not going through a difficult time. Do not be alarmed when they appear indifferent throughout the mourning period. They, too, need cuddles and hugs even when they do not show their grief.


Children can build a legacy of the departed loved one by doing special things together as a family. Plan out what each person can contribute to the project. A scrapbook or video can make a great keepsake.


One girl who lost her grandfather to cancer, decided to start a fundraising project called Hives for Lives. The proceeds are channelled to cancer-research foundations.


In the face of death, we celebrate life. In the process of learning about death, children learn more about life. This is a heartening time for the family to share and gather more memories so that life is revered.


Sitting in this guests' dining table which I spend most of the time doing studies, I can't help but feeling regret to sit here. Why? Because while I keep typing out my troubled/happy/secret thoughts in my blogs, my mum was tirelessly doing house chores. Am i wasting time? I don't know either. I feel I should have help her, since I am technically the most leisure person in home. Dad has gone working. Big bro now works in his first real job after graduating. Lil bro is in high school. Mum is now washing vegetables. Me? Yes, blogging.


Sadly I am still struggling against satan who drives my mind to rebel whenever my parents ask me for help. I really know I am the only one with most free time, but once I am called, my thoughts wander to slacking big bro who does less house chores at home, which became my source of excuse. Darn..... >_<


And today is my last day of the 3-month long semester break holiday. This time's holiday is my most regretable moments in life as I spend days worrying about my future, my bad.... Yet, it made me realize how much I should learn to appreciate little things in life more often. Thus, I am indeed glad that God has inspire me to do some video-recordings throughout the 15 days Chinese New Year celebration, so that I won't get along with next semester feeling all the regrets, because at least I can watch the happiness oxygen filing the atmosphere of my family tree, the clacking sound of Mahjong game, the loud laugthers from my uncles, the smiles from aunties, the blasting croon of karaoke, the explosions of fireworks outside, brightening the inky sky, the glittering neon lights decorating neighbors' houses, the roaring lion dances............everywhere is like preview of Paradise. Despite without my very own lion dance performace which my cousins and I did together decade ago, I'm thankful for what dad had bought. The karaoke set and new Mahjong with its novelty pink backs (which made Mahjong tiles look like sweet pastries). His ideas adds even brighter life into the family.


OMG............I'm criying.......? >_<


Anyways, ^_^


I'm actualy glad that my semester doesn't start rightaway after registration. After all the "reportings" to lecturers that I'm still alive (lol~) and paying the fees, we still have few more days before the class starts next Monday. Generally, this would happen if registration day falls in the middle of the week. So, the remaining days before Monday is considered 'extra' holidays for me, because I can prepare myself mentally for the upcoming challenge of the semester ^_^"


Now, coming to my intended subject........


This question "What are You Good at?' has been echoing in my head for the past few weeks after I read in some newspaper articles and the movie "Just Follow Law" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_Follow_Law ) . This question too made me think carefully.......what am I really good at actually?


Drawing? Not really.........Designing handicraft? Hmm......perhaps.... History subjects? Maybe.......? Religious subjects? I think so.......


Seriously, I am interested in all these things, but I am not in any way good at it! Or perhaps, not qualify enough to be fulflied as a career.


And there comes my dumb die-hard thing, I am clueless to where to start looking for answers. Even worst is being idle because I have no idea who is the right person to ask.


But reality speaks, I need to be good in my course, or else I am useless in the sight of family and God. Yet, somehow I have little interests in modern gadgets, despite most of my assignments involve modern stuffs as this is the only (only?) way to progress. Yes it is. But I have little space to design traditional stuffs.......This explains why throughout the 2 years in uni, the only assignment I had passion for is designing hairdryer based on the company elements of this century-old luxury brand- the Louis Vuitton.


What am I really good at?


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For the first time too, I come to realize why I have been in confort dream while rolling in unrest on other times.....


While on the way to airport to accompany my cousin for a sent-off to Australia, I gazed out at the green sceneries, staring at the peaceful sky as if admiring misty mountains.


It was at that time a thought jolted in my mind. Dad was driving the car, that's why I can see numerous serenities. Plus, He's driving, and I'm sitting behind. A driver cannot admire sceneries like passangers so, because the driver has concentrate on what's in front of him.


Moreover, I am sitting in dirver's car. This is parallel to being under someone else in order to enjoy peace. No, I am not comparing with lovers either. What I mean here is this is not true freedom/carefree, and I am not enjoying real peace until I have control over my life. (no offence to dad, I don't mean you are controlling my life ^_^")


If I want to enjoy real peace, I need to be independant to govern my life. But all this while, I have been taking every chances to create peace myself, despite dificulties in life.

This morning, my dad told me to help fix the clogged shampoo dispenser. He first said I should pour the shampoo into a cup, and then use something sharp, or rather, a needle, to prick and clear the clogged hole of this dispenser. Next, he said something like it's been spoiled for months.


So, then I walked to his bathroom, took the shampoo dispenser and went down to kitchen to do the job. As I began, I found some shampoo inside (not much though), and drained them off with tap water. I then filled the dispenser with water, and push the button several times till the water can be dispensed.


After that, my mum came into the kitchen. Noticing me, she asked what I was doing, and got shocked instead. She was surprised why dad didn't ask her to do it.


My dad came in, and arguments ensued. Dad asked me why didn't I pour the shampoo into a cup in the first place. But later on, things shifted to arguments between dad and mum. -_-"


This mistake reminds me again of a yet-another-fatality. I have a problem of listening. Many times, I find it somehow difficult to understand what others are saying.


And in today's case, I did heard the 'pour into a cup', but my attention was shifted to 'spoiled for months', meaning this dispenser has been long not in use. So, I thought the shampoo has already expired to be used, and that it's better to drain it off.


However, in the midst of pondering what went wrong with me, I remembered of another incident. My dad told me to do something, and once he had done, I in my slow tone, repeated what he has just said. He got annoyed, and said I didn't pay attention. -_- Next, my memory shifted to the account of Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h.) who repeated back the revelations archangel Gabriel had delivered to him (in front of archangel) to ensure he remembers well what he had received. Thus, I don't see what's wrong for me to repeat back what he told me. -______-""


Nevertheless, I must say I cannot use this as excuse. Who knows, satan is behind this reminders.


*digs ears*