Talk To Me: Rindu Mummy and Daddy..

Pagi tadi waktu nak ke ofis, awfeeya sebok "mummy, mummy..nak kott..kuuaaa.." sambil depang tangan minta aku dukung. Aku angkat dia dan bagitau "mummy nak gi work..awfeeya duk umah ngan ommie yea..petang nanti mummy balik". Aku nak turunkan dia ke bawah, tapi meronta-ronta dia tak nak, so aku pujuk dia "Ok,ok..jom kua kita walk yea...where's your shoes? Pakai shoes dulu baru bleh walk" "Shoes..walk.." jawab awfeeya sambil ambil selipar dia. Aku sarungkan kat kaki kecil tu. Dia bangun sambil pegang tangan aku, ready to walk. Suka betul dia. Seblah tangan lagi ommie pegang. Aku pimpin dia sampai depan pintu gate, dia masih nak berjalan. Aku bawak sampai ke kereta, "Ok, mummy nak gi work ni..awfeeya jalan ngan ommie yea." Aku lepaskan tangan dia. "Mummy..mummyyyyy.."merengek dia sambil hulur tangan mintak aku pimpin lagi. Tak sampai hati, aku tak jadi masuk kereta, aku pimpin lagi tangan dia, kali ni bawak masuk dalam rumah pulak. Dalam melangkah masuk ke perkarangan rumah, aku cakap pada dia "Awfeeya main buai dengan ommie yea, mummy gi work dulu, nanti petang mummy balik kita main sama-sama, ok?" "Tak naaakk..tak bleehhh.." jawab awfeeya bersahaja sambil pegang tangan aku erat-erat. Nak dekat sampai kat buai tu aku kena lepaskan tangan dia sebab laluan tu sedikit sempit, tak muat nak lalu bertiga (ommie, awfeeya, mummy), awfeeya meronta-ronta panggil aku, "Mummy..mummy..mummyyyy..." sambil hulur tangan dia suruh aku pegang. Dengan hati yang berat aku cakap, "Mummy gi work dulu yea sayang, petang nanti mummy balik kita walk yea.." Dengan langkah yang berat seberat rasa di hati untuk tinggalkan awfeeya aku menuju ke kereta tak toleh lagi, yang kedengaran suara awfeeya menangis sambil dipujuk ommie.

Dalam kereta aku betul-betul sebak. Tahan air mata dari tumpah, kuatkan semangat dan terus hidupkan enjin kereta untuk ke ofis.

Situasi yang kerap terjadi waktu awal pagi.

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Pagi, waktu nak ke ofis..
"Awfeeya, jom turun, mummy da nak gi work ni.." aku angkat dan dukung awfeya dan angkat barang-barang untuk dibawa turun (handbag, botol susu, etc.) "Mummy, daddy...daddy..." sambil tunjuk gambar daddy dia atas rak. "Daddy tak de sayang, daddy work..nanti daddy balik yea." Senyap, terus dia tak kata apa.

Petang, waktu balik dari ofis..
Masuk-masuk je bilik, "Kommm..daddy..daddy.." (Assalamualaikum, daddy..daddy..) panggil awfeeya. "Daddy tak delah awfeeya, daddy gi work." "Work" jawab awfeeya sepatah. Entah dia tau ke tak work tu apa.

Bila dengar bunyi pintu dan dia tak nampak siapa yang masuk..
"Daddy...daddy.." awfeeya bagitau aku dengan muka penuh excited.. "Bukan daddy, atoklah.."

Hmmm...sebak lagi.

Sampai bila situasi ni akan berakhir??

Kesian awfeeya..Apa agaknya perasaan anak kecil ini?? Mungkin dia rindu mummy dan daddy dia.. (especially daddy)

AWFEEYA SAYANG, MUMMY PUN RINDU AWFEEYA..

AND I HOPE THIS WILL END..  

Talk To Me: Retarded..

I HATE the word...

'RETARDED'!!!

or

'MENTAL RETARDATION'!!!

Especially when it refers to SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN.

Personally, it sounds MEAN, RUDE, CRUEL.

And it hurts me!! (So, please mind your word..)  

What's wrong with the word DEVELOPMENTAL DELAYS or INTELLECTUAL DISABILITIES??

All these words mean basically the same thing.

Well, I found a story, an interesting one to share.

It's about..

HOW THE WORD 'RETARDED' MAY HURT OTHERS FEELING, ESPECIALLY THOSE WITH SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN..

INCLUDING ME.. 

I've reposted this (credit to the writer), so maybe someone will think twice before using the word 'retarded'.

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All around me, people use the word retarded without a second thought. Sometimes, I’ll say “Um, dude, really?” and they’ll say “Oops, my bad! But really! I was being so retarded!”

Sometimes, I let it slide. I realize that it’s a word that’s ingrained in our society’s vocabulary and people use it without a second thought to its meaning.

But what does it mean to be retarded? Well, I know what it doesn’t mean.

It doesn’t mean not being able to choose something for lunch despite 100 choices in front of you.
It doesn’t mean not being able to find your car keys.
It doesn’t mean saying the wrong thing to a person.
It doesn’t mean forgetting your best friend’s birthday.
It’s not something to describe yourself as when you’ve spilled your coffee, or tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.
It’s not something to describe your computer, car or phone.

According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary the word “retarded” means -
: slow or limited in intellectual or emotional development or academic progress

For me, it’s not just any old word – it’s my daughter.
My beautiful, bright, happy, loving, amazing daughter who is slow or limited in intellectual development and academic progress.

In our household, being retarded means something different.
It means not being able to fully care for yourself.
It means not understanding what the doctor is going to do to you.
It means not being able to explain what hurts when something hurts.
It means not being able to ride a two wheeler. Or read. Or ever be able to live on your own.

But ever the optimist, I also know that retarded means…

…never realizing the negativity behind the word retarded.
…never knowing the insensitivity surrounded the word’s usage.
…never realizing the ignorance of people.
…never knowing how other people view you.

Being retarded also means…

…loving unconditionally.
…finding joy in the smallest of things.
…being self-confident.
…not realizing that there are limitations.
…innocence.

One of Emma’s diagnoses is cognitively disabled. Which means retarded. When you call yourself retarded, you’re also calling my child stupid. Because you use the word as just that – another form of stupid.

Let’s get something straight here.

My daughter may have cognitive issues. She may have delays. She may never live on her own. Scratch that. She will never live on her own.

But Emma is not stupid.

In her own way, Emma is very smart. Maybe smarter than us at times. She has more self-confidence than anyone I know who’s called themselves “retarded”. She is the best judge of a person’s character than anyone else I’ve ever known.

Yes, she is slow to learn things. But she is not stupid.

I know that most people don’t use the word “retarded” maliciously. Most people I know use it in a self-depreciating way. And when I point it out, they go “Oh wow! I’m sorry!” and they truly feel like a heel. But the thing is, you’re still using it in the way that people who do use it maliciously use it as – to describe stupidity.

So why not just use the word “stupid” instead? Because I know what “retarded” is.
I live with it in the form of my daughter.
And in our world “retarded” doesn’t equate to “stupid”.

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Thanks for reading.

So please, next time before you want to say a word.. CHOOSE WISELY!! 

Talk To Me: Sad Version of 'Everything I Do, I Do It For You...'

Dialog hari ni...

Me: Tadi ada dapat email u...

Him: Email??

Me: A'aaa..yang u attached lagu Everything I Do, I Do It For You... thanks.. =) (senyum sampai telinga, taman dalam hati da berbunga-bunga...)

Him: Ooo..A'aa...Tadi ada terdengar kat pc officemate..Macam best je...

Me: A'aa...Bestkan?? Ada any thoughts ke bagi lagu tu kat I?? (Dengan harapan, jawapan yang diberi membuatkan hati berbunga riang..)

Him: Hmm...Tak de lah..Saje je..Sebab da lama tak dengar, tetiba terdengar pastu macam best..Tu yg send kat U tu...Jangan perasan sangat lah yea...Hahaa... (gelak menyakitkan hati...)

Me: Kurang asam btul... *__*

**Question of the day: Kenapa lelaki TERLALU BERTERUS TERANG??? Tak boleh ke jaga perasaan orang sket??? =(