this morning, as i was driving, on our way to aidan's school, aidan broke the silence.. the radio was playing the latest hits by Black, and aidan asked mama why is the artist named Black?.. it's too early in the day to explain all those teeny weeny details, so, i simply answered "maybe because that is what his friends call him"..but i meant to say was "because his complexion is not as fair as us".. but if i told him what i meant to say, i'm sure there'll be more questions that will be blurt out from his mouth.. so, prevention is always bettere than cure..
but to my own 'foolishness' (i may call me that, and only me can!), aidan replied "maybe because his clothes are black".. which, coincidently, whenever we saw Black on tc, he was wearing black clothing most of the time... and there we go.. why didn't i think of that answer earlier?...
and that is what we called nature vs nurture.. kids will never know the meaning of the words racist, sexist, chauvanist and all those harsh life assumptions... we, the parent, direct or indirectly, teach our kid to be one...
which brought me to the short conversation that i had with aidan while i was driving back to kemaman... he was asking me what car should he buy when he grew up... i, trying to teach my kid the correct way, told him that he can choose his own car. and aidan told me he would want to buy "wira".. the so-called cheap, low quality national car.. and i overwrote his thoughts.. i said he should be a 'sport car'.. and he said ok.. but, added "i must sell the sport car when i got my own kids"... and he is only four years three months and two days old when he said these!
my boys - they grew up fast. aimar has discovered that talking is not boring. so, at the age of two years and five months, all he wanted to do is talk and talk and talk and talk.. it is difficult to understand him.. but, we learned.. aidan learned faster. he knew what adik was talking about.. as for me,i'm ok.. some words, i will try to understand, and if i don't, i will ask aimar to show or act.. sometimes, if we are lucky enough, we could understand what he is trying to say..
talking about aimar, i know he is one smart boy..just like his brother. he must be 'tougher' as compared to his abang.. but he is not thug. that is why, when people was so proud telling me that their kids were terrified of aimar, i take that personally... i, at first, show no emotion on that remarks..but as in times, when the statement being repeatedly told to the whole world, it ticked me off... why must people find it funny when their kids are scared of my son? and why must i not be defensive when people find it funny when their kids are scared of my son? aimar is the sweetest charming boy i've known.. if kids are scared of him, it's not his fault.. and people, IT'S NOT FUNNY!!!
aimar doesn't need sugar to be hyper.. he has enough sweetness that he can be hyper all the time.. but i'm ok with that.. once a while, i pinch him. most of the time, i pull his ears... i don't do that often to his brother when aidan was his age.. and, not because i love aidan more.. but, aimar knows i love him the same.. he still looks for me when he want to go to sleep.. he still needs this belly-button of mine, yes, his passion turns to habit which i am now trying to refrain him of doing so.. we are learning not to call him "adik"..nope - i don't have anything inside my belly, yet,..but he's a grown up now.. he shouldn't call himself adik..
agghhh... with the piles up works, with the angry customers calling, with justifications, annoyances and all those rotates.. with missing my dear hubby... thinking about the boys are refreshing.. miss them already..can't wait to meet them again.. in few hours time!
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