Life Goes Fast

May 27, 2010


Can you believe we’re almost halfway through the year?  It still feels like yesterday when I dropped baby munchkin and she’s going to be 1 soon.  It’s really true when they say once the baby’s out, it’s just a matter of time before they’re grown.  Isn’t it ironic that when your kids are babies, you just can’t wait for them to grow up.  You can’t wait for when they’ll start walking, when they start feeding themselves, when they start talking, when they get potty-trained (oh! I really can’t wait for this myself), when they get independent and you won’t have to do everything for them.  Then when they actually become ‘independent’, you wish they were still babies and needed you. 

Life sure moves fast and I’ve realized from talking to other mothers and parents, most times we are too occupied to going through the motions of taking care of our kids and family that we really do not stop and savor the moment.  Then when they grow and don’t need us as much, we wish we had more time to bond with them.   I know it’s easier said than done, but I really intend to ease up a bit and enjoy toddler and baby munchkin’s childhood as much as I can.  I know there are moments that I’d rather cry than smile, like this morning.  I was feeding toddler munchkin her oatmeal while baby munchkin was climbing all over me.  She ended up toppling the bowl over and spilling the whole food on the floor and breaking the plate.  Normally, I’d have freaked out, but I just put baby munchkin in her chair (which I know I should have done in the first place), picked up the pieces, cleaned up the mess and made a fresh bowl.  I couldn’t believe how calm I was, and it made me realize that we can actually make choices as to how to act and react in situations.  You can decide to be happy and look at things from a positive view instead of dwelling on the negative things.

Here’s a video I love.  It talks about taking life slow and savoring the moments as you move along so you don’t have any regrets later in life.  And yes, it’s from NickJr.  You’d be surprised at how much you can learn from kid’s stuff.  Enjoy!

 

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I admire the Yorubas.  They love their language and they are not ashamed to show it.  It is not uncommon to hear Yoruba in the stores, in church, in the streets or in offices.  All it takes is two Yoruba people in the same place.  I must confess it used to be a bit irritating to me back in Nigeria when you hear Yoruba in corporate offices instead of English.  However, here now, I’m more appreciative of the fact that they don’t care what other people think about them using their language to communicate (even though I still there should be a limit to it). 

The average Igbo man is different.  He wants to show he can speak English.  I’ve experienced several cases where I met another Igbo person and maybe said something in Igbo, only to be replied to in English.  We feel like speaking our language makes us ‘Igbotic’.  I have to admit that I’ve been guilty of this.  The primary language in my house growing up was Igbo, even though we started mixing it up with English as we grew older. I remember I used to feel a bit ashamed in primary school when some friends would visit and go like ‘You speak Igbo in your house?’  I don’t know why right now, but I know there was this twinge of shame.  Now, I feel totally foolish for ever feeling that way.  I am so glad I was raised in my native tongue.  It is an asset to me and part of my heritage and culture which can never be replaced.  There’s nothing like knowing how to speak another language apart from English, and which other is best to start with if not yours.  I wish I had taken my French classes in Secondary School more serious.  I always liked it in Primary School, but I had the most boring of teachers when I got into Sec. School that I totally lost interest.  I just worked hard enough to pass.  Seriously, teachers have a lot of influence on your take on a subject.  But I digress.

Back to the Yorubas.  I am yet to meet a Yoruba person who cannot speak Yoruba.  Seriously.  All the Yoruba people I know can speak, old and young, living in Nigeria or abroad.  I really don’t know how they do it.  Even those living abroad can speak almost as if they are in Nigeria.  Fine, it might not sound as ‘conk’ as the Nigerian one, it might have a bit of an accent to it (like GNG who has been murdering the language since 1979), but the bottom line is that they can communicate well in their native tongue.  Yes, I know many Igbo kids who can understand Igbo, but most of the time, they can’t speak.  My sister’s kids here in the States can understand every word you say in Igbo, but they can’t speak a word of it. I am so impressed that they understand, that’s a lot more than you can say for some kids in Nigeria who can’t even understand talk less of speak.

However, me, I want more than understanding.  I want the full communication.  Toddler munchkin is growing, and right from infancy, we’ve been speaking to her in Igbo.  All her first words were in Igbo. Sometimes, we had to repeat things we had said in English to her in Igbo for her to understand.  It was really funny.  Now that she’s growing and with programs like Dora, Sesame Street and Barney them, she’s picking up English.  She hasn’t started daycare yet, but now she’s started making full sentences, she makes them in English.  She still says some things in Igbo, but more of the time, she speaks in English.

I could just be content that she understands the language and that no one can ’sell’ her in Igbo, however I want for her to be able to express herself in Igbo too.  I always imagine scenarios where we don’t want people to know what we’re talking about.  It won’t be fully complete if she responds in English, cos people can still make out a bit of the conversation if a part of it is in English.  When the Yorubas talk, you don’t hear any single word is English.  There’s a Yoruba word for every single thing. Meen!

Anyway, what I really want to know is how the Yorubas get their little ones to speak the language.  I think the key is to insist that they reply or speak to me in my native tongue and not in English.  Is there another trick to it? Yorubas in the house, please let me know.

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Best Easter Holiday Ever!

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I didn’t mean to stay away from blogsville for this long.  My two munchkins were sick, one after the other.  Baby munchkin had a fever and then a rash after the fever broke.  All through the event, she was a bit cranky even though her appetite was not affected!  she’s a true daughter of her [...]

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American Idol Results

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Check out my recently published content on AC:
Surprised to See Joe Munoz Go on American Idols Result Show .
Meanwhile, I had meant to say that Joe was ‘endearing’ and not ‘enduring’.  Grammar error.  Guess my spell checker didn’t pick that one. lol.
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Blogs, A Piece Of The World

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Like I said in my first post, I’m very new to the blogosphere.  I’ve been busy procreating, so I had little time for anything else.  However, since baby is 7month and sleeping through the night (yipee!), I decided to try and re-ignite my writing skills.  I used to have so much fun writing as a [...]

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