It was our first time driving to town. When we found the building we wanted to park, the queue was long. Feeling anxious as we have to reach the holding point, at least for Ee Rynn (her runs start first), we run down and left Ee Wern with daddy queuing into car park.
It was a bright sunny morning. Weather was perfectly well. This sanguine mommy packed the sunblock in the race bag but it was with daddy. So now what? Luckily a friendly mommy lent her sunblock to me and I pat some on Ee Rynn face. Ee Rynn was excited. Her first run.
Ee Rynn: mommy, I will run very fast. Can you follow me?
Mommy: I will try my best, with a warm smiley face.
When the MC announce there was Bob The Builder mascot, the crowd went wild. I had to carried Ee Rynn with all my strength so she can waved from the back to the mascot. When the whistled was blowed, the crowd in front of us started running. Ee Rynn was building up the momentum and ready to RUN. I was so ready to follow her from the back. I knew if she is determined to be fast, she will. In a split second, a boy running side way and hit Ee Rynn to the ground. Imagine the momentum of running is building up and something hit very hard from the side. I was startle. Ee Rynn started to cry. It was a very hard knocked. Her face hit the ground. Her knee was scratched. With God's protection, no sign of bleeding. But it was painful. My decision that she wore a long pants for the race help protect her legs. I hold her hand, walked to the side and knelt down. Looking at her, crying so badly, I was very very sad. Sad because it was painful. Angry (in my mind) because 'blaming' that boy's father didn't take care of his son properly. The MC has reminded the parents over and over again to take care of our own children.
My mind was working like a parachute. What should I do now? Silly me, I asked Ee Rynn whether she want to continue.. She said don't want (of course, she fell). I tried to comfort her and she cried harder. What should I do? Arghh.. I took a deep breath, divine intervention happen :-P I am thinking, my daughter has prepared herself to get a medal from this run (though it's not a competitive run). And this is what has happened. Things happened in life, in real life. Should we backed off? She don't have injury. Reality, we can get the medal when we finish the run. I read that when children was sad, just be there for them and quietly lead them so they feel secure in our arm. Then they will be up n bouncing again. I took a deep breath. I hold her hand, started walking. She was still crying and tried to stop me from continuing our walk. I quietly hold her hand and assure her (despite all the cheering by the volunteer) that let's walk a little and we decide later when she stop crying.
Slowly step by step, from very sad to getting back to 'so so mood'. She started to look around. She told me she's going to be the last. She don't like to be the last. I smiled. Still keeping quiet. Her real reason why she cried is verbalized. We continue our journey until the finishing line. She got her medal. On the way to meet her daddy, I told her that I am glad she has crossed the finishing line and that she obtained her medal. I am happy that she don't give up. She wasn't happy about it yet. She showed her grumpy face to her daddy and told daddy about the incident. Daddy assured her that she crossed the finishing line and that's what mattered most. (We have SMS each other so the story n encouragement is consistent :-P)
She started to feel a little bit better when she gotten her lollipop. Kids are so cute. But she is still holding on to the 'incident'.
At quiet time tonight, we were chatting. We are into song creation. We took nursery rhyme and change the lyric according to our creativity. She created this lyrics according to 'twinkle twinkle little star' rhyme:
Cold Storage run is really fun,
But a boy knocked me and I fell down,
But I hold my mommy's hand,
I finished the race and did not give up,
Cold Storage run is really fun,
I am happy I didn't give up.
My tears almost rolling down. It was 'not giving up' lesson that we want her to experience and she learnt it. I am so so glad that I don't rattle on and on, trying to console her. Feeling sorry for her on uncontrolled event will make her feel pity. By merely holding on and walked to cross the finishing line, this 5 years old learnt the most valuable lesson that many parents want their children to learn. It has affirmed me again that it's not what we say but it's through our action, that kids learnt the most.
For adult, we can easily said it's not our lucky day. But, we as parents, we can't blame a situation that happen to us as unlucky. They will grow up and blaming instead of taking responsibility. Modeling, modeling and modeling... This is a reality. Things happen despite planning. It's important to perseverance and continue the journey despite circumstances. I learnt again, to apply in my own life.
I am so so glad that I continued. It would be so so easy for me to cross the road and walked back to holding point and rest. Because I was sad seeing her cry. Mother wants to protect her child. I am glad I continued...