Showing posts with label Little History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little History. Show all posts

20100420

WITTY


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「...我是臥底。我假裝專心上課,其實我幫老師監察同學乖不乖。」
"... I'm an undercover agent. I only pretend to be attentive to lessons ... but spying who's naughty..."
a chat between iza and my best friend
Feb 2010

6M IZA

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「嘩!小心。要非常小心。用盡你所有小心。」媽媽。
「用完下次冇啦噃。」臻。
"Be careful! Very careful. Use all your cautiousness!" mama.
"Then nothing will be left for the next time," her voice was jocular.
April 2010


3

"Mama, my new pet."

A PUPPY
(it's only a head up to the neck, face left, triangles at the turn corner were ears, mouth slightly opened)
JUL 2009


4

"Papa, can you see ... in the drawer ... "

AN APE!
(pink face, mouth wide opened, special attention to the nostrils!)
Nov 2009



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20100327

SERIOUS PLAY 2





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"Serious play 1 " was made in May 2008, almost 2 years ago.
Pictures of the "serious play" series were taken for the use in student handbook ...
Should be very serious ...
But she was not ...
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It's amazing to see that she has grown a LOT.

20100111

2009

REVIEW
from jan to dec


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The examinations are over ...
Thanks to Kenza, Evelyne, Yoli, Fei An, Maia, Jeanne-Ming, Claude, yanyan ... you are the most wonderful women I've met. In reviewing the year 2009, I'm so glad to come into encounter with all of you.

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20091002



Behind the last post, there's a little story.
That day.
An idea just popped up from iza's mind.
She wanted to drive herself (on kick scooter) to her flute lesson ...
We agreed.
With all protections and helmet on, carrying on her back was the flute.
Off we went.



Eventually,
a 10 min car ride to town center turned into a 70 min trip ...
and a BIG rush to class with a BIG BIG red face and TOTALLY wet hair and clothes.
Strange she looked.
Not quite fitted into the environment.
But she enjoyed.
And we.




Before she was born, somebody asked ...
my wish on what she would be.
Without a second thought,
I answered.
An adventurer...
I wish her to be somebody who would have a free soul and be courageous. It seems that iza does possess "some" traits of an adventurer.

I amused,
when I saw her in helmet with her flute.
I imagine,

she will backpack with her instruments one day.

[In the first pic, she had almost taken off all she could. It was too hot.
It's Hong Kong's Autumn.]

20090919

9.18

This is papa ziggy and ... me!


2009 Beijing

Hiding myself away is not an intention, it just happens.
I gain so much weight after iza was born ... since then, I have been escaping from being pictured ...
To portrait myself ... only this time ... just once ... for feian (just kidding)...
I take this as a celebration of my birthday, a reflection to the little history of my own.


1996 Paris ..........................................................................The year we've got married.


1999 Beijing
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2000 Rotterdam / utrecht
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2000 Amsterdam
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2003 Hong Kong
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2003 was an enlightenment to us, especially to me. Iza leads me to rediscover with her the joy, excitement and mystery of the world.
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MY DAY
Don't know since when, birthday is not a big day to me ...
More often, 9.18 reminds me the Mukden Incident - an early event in the Second Sino-Japanese War 九•一八事變, instead of my day.
But this year's birthday is special to me ... I come into the presence of a graceful woman who was born on the same day as me.
Happy birthday Evelyne!

20080711



Sharing with Loulou's mum,
Iza has forgotten her first day to school.
But, we remember those days.
We describe it as the “Dark Age”.
I do believe this is not going to happen to every child.
Some enjoy school.
Maybe there are children experiencing similar difficulties, not only the child needs support, so do parents.

The first 3 days, she was OK because she did not experience a real separation from me.
Parents were allowed to stay.
From the 4th day, she started to whine, cry and refused to join the class.
She just wandered outside the classroom for more than a month.
No signs of compromising.
More badly, she was found by her cousins hiding alone in the bathroom and sobbed.
She felt so bad that she thought her teacher hated her.
Before school started, she was a cheerful, outgoing, sociable tough little girl.

We were not expecting this to happen.
When she was 2 ½, she started Sunday school.
She could sit in the class without me since the first lesson.
She listened and responded well.
She also participated well in Kindermusik.
Once starting Kindergarten, she was withdrawn in all cases.
We could felt her intense emotions
She was commented as wary to stranger, slow to warm up, sensitive to comments, withdrawn, self-center, stubborn, difficult temperament and poor in emotional regulation.
I could hardly relate these to any positive attributes.
Always in my head was others' comment: “problem child comes from problematic parents.”
Not only Iza was extremely upset, I was emotionally overloaded.
I noticed most of the children adapted fairly soon but not iza.
We struggled through the first half year, she became a little bit flexible for the second half year.
But she did not make friends in the first year, she preferred teachers(adults).

Actually, after the first month of this incidence, we sought for professional help.
We saw the doctor whom focuses on child development and behavior.
As reported, she has sensory seeking tendencies for oral, tactile and vestibular input.
It was the first time in our lives we heard about sensory integration.
From that time on, I read lots of materials and books…
Released.
A sensory integration problem has nothing to do with her health and intelligence.
But we learnt more about her!

With the help of very good teachers, and occupational therapist, her emotions, behaviors and sensory problems are much improved.
From the start of K-2, last September, I started this blog.
I found that it is a quiet place for me to revisit some moments, some amazing moments of Iza during her grown up path.
Seeing iza’s photos makes me ”pack up” myself again.
(Sometimes, I feel myself decaying into parts, losing bits by bits...)
And, I have chances to browse through some nice blogs about children and seeing how they grow and reared.
I gain valuable insights and share enjoyable moments of these children.
I learn that we need to allow her and ourselves enough time and space.

Perseverance

We would have given up many times if we are not persevering.
Throughout these 2 years, we learnt to understand that iza needs a long time to get ready for ANYTHING.



Like playing piano, because she loves to play piano since 2, we put her in class (taught individually) since 4.
However, during lessons, if she’s not hiding under the table or chair, whining or she ran away.
We cannot get her to play piano during lessons.
But if there was nobody there, she would play the piano in her own way.
Surely, the teacher is not pushy.
She is very patient.
I believe that iza has a psychological block.
There were many times that iza’s granny suggested we should stop the lessons.
We would only waste our money.
She thought iza demonstrated no interest and talent in music.
I don’t think it’s about talent.
I’m sure Iza loves music.
But there was something wrong…
After 9 months struggles, iza can manage to play music in lessons.
And, her teacher only taught around 20 small pieces of music,
But she can play over 60 small pieces.
She learns to play by herself.
Only sometimes she needs help.
Now in the lessons, iza can play whatsoever pieces as she like to the teacher.
And the teacher will recommend iza to play a piece next week.
There are seldom demonstrations.
Maybe this is her particular way of learning.
This also happens in swimming class…

We know she loves numbers.
One fine day when she was still 3, she asked me,” Is 2+2=4??”
I found out that this was not taught in the class.
The teacher only taught the children to count 4 during that week.
It was as stated by her; this thing just came out from her mind.
We then bought her some addition & subtraction cards (answers from 0-20).
She hates them!
2 days ago, she picked them up.
She found them easy.
And, she asks,” Is 16+16=32?”
It is not included in the cards, and I know this is not taught in the school.
She has her own unique pace and pattern.

We once have very bad experience in getting iza attending “Pleasure in Play” (PIP-a drama class for young child)-
A very fun program and welcomed by lots of children.
I held her in my arms (both of us cried) sitting outside the classroom for all 8 lessons (the whole course).
I have her tried for the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and finally the 5th course, totally not less than 40 lessons.
She eventually feels comfortable to join the class.
Why am I doing so?
Not because I want her to be an artist.
I think she shall overcome her anxiety.
Before ending of the 5th course, she said,
" Lots of children love PIP.
But not me.
Their stories and sceneries are created (by teachers), why not letting us to create.”
Since she can manage to discard her dislike and make her effort to participate,
I promise her not to join PIP anymore.

Maybe in my mind, consciously and unconsciously, I wish iza not to give up easily because of fear in managing difficulty. But we can choose to give up once we can manage to overcome it.

We learn to adapt to unpredictable, live with uncertainty,
and make friend with anxiety.

20080508

Serious play 1

It's always fun to look at our school pictures when we were still young.
We looked serious and silly.
We try to take iza's school photos by ourselves.
We took a lot of takes to get the proper one.
It's nice to see all come together.



20071010


2003.05.26, the date Iza was one-month old.
The road was covered by red flowers.
She grows.
So fast.