Just another day in my bizarre family life

August 24, 2009 at 10:54 am | In All about little boy, Conversations with little boy, Happy moments | Leave a Comment

This entry has been slightly modified to save someone’s face.

Scene of crime: Kitchen

Upon stepping out of the bathroom, I saw a *hairband* shoved behind a pail. The  same *hairband* that I threw into the dustbin days ago cos it was spoiled, and I even pushed it right in the bottom cos i knew someone would pounced on it and “rescue” the hairband.

“GUA GUA!!!!”

The frog comes bouncing in, knowing he got caught. Again.

“YOU HID MY *HAIRBAND*????”

The frog flinched, looking guilty and sheepish, as I stared at him with arms on my hips, with no intention of letting him off without a huge scolding.

Just then, the bathroom door clanked open, and little boy who was in the bathroom finishing up his bath (or more like playing with water) looked at me with wide open eyes.

“THE FISH EAT YOUR *HAIRBAND*????”

And he just kept looking at us, not understanding why we laughed so hard. Since we were too busy laughing our heads off, he asked again, “The fish eat your *hairband*, IS IT?”

Thanks to little boy, the frog was saved from a big lecture on picking up things from the dustbin and hiding them.

And that’s just another day in my bizarre (but funny) family life.

Another story…

Few days back, I made fresh orange juice for him which he liked very much and served it to him in his little plastic cup that looked like a champagne cup, with a stem. It has been used for weeks, and i’m not sure when part of the base got broken, but I used it anyway.

So he went “Thank you Mee Mee” very sweetly, and I replied “You’re welcome Ian”.

(Btw, little boy is ultra polite especially with me, and says his thank yous, pleases, and welcomes wonderfully whenever he’s with me. Mind you, not because he’s afraid of me (which would be Mr Gua Gua’s hypothesis). I would like to think it’s because he models after me, and of cos, he loves my approval.)

As I was walking back to the kitchen, little boy noticed the broken part of the base, and he said “Mee mee, this cup broken! Did you step on it?”

“Yes…” Actually I didn’t, but it was easier to say yes than to explain what happened to the cup, which I didn’t know either.

“Need plaster…” I thought he wanted to scotch tape the cup. “…for your leg?”

Awww… and i went back to assure him that i didn’t step on the cup, and don’t need the plaster.

My sweet sweet little boy… :)

Aura scan

April 8, 2009 at 12:30 am | In All about little boy, The journey within | Leave a Comment

As little boy is staying at my in laws’ place these days (his idea), our time together has become all the more precious. I really appreciate this arrangement, because it seems like i make better use of my time now, whether it is on myself or when i’m with little boy. Each moment is well spent, and fully appreciated.

Last Sun, the three of us went to Chinatown. I had the impulse to take an aura scan for myself and for little boy. When we reached, i told little boy we were going to take special photographs, pointing to him the sample pics on display. He was going, “my first, my first!”, which is his way of saying that he wanted to be first. But we easily convinced him to watch how i did mine.

When it was his turn, Mr Gua Gua adjusted his hands on the metal plates. Since his hands were so small, he could only touch 3 of the metal fingers. And throughout the whole 1 minute or so, he was sitting there obediently, with his whole body slouched forward, eyes rolling from side to side, and mouth wide open in the most funny way. 

I was amazed by little boy’s aura pic. It’s totally violet, with a shimmer of white around his head, which the lady said represented some protective energy. The analysis that comes with the aura scan said that little boy is truly a child of the new age, and would be a spiritual leader, which confirmed what we knew all along.

Mine was pretty satisfactory, with qualities of peace and healing in the aura. Of cos, it does thrill me to know that i am a “natural healer, counsellor and teacher”, since these are what i plan to be doing more of in the near future, perhaps for the rest of my life.

Yet, the more i dvelve into this healing arena, reading and experience more of it, i realise that there is a healer in all of us. Once we are freed from ignorance and delusions, we all have the power to heal ourselves and others.

Like someone just recently mentioned to me, we are all a conduit. A vessel, for facilitation of the healing.

Last Sat a friend called me to complain about his work situation. He can be overly immersed in his negativity and fear at times, and i used to listen to him and feel helpless in not knowing what to say to get him out of the negativity, at the same time, feeling ashamed that i don’t seem to be able to help him.

In this phone conversation, i just decided to do surrogate tapping as i listened to him, as well as visualise my friend being surrounded by white light. In a way, doing these two things, unbeknownst to my friend, gave me the space to truly listen to him. At the same time, i wasn’t really listening to the details of his story. More of the confusion and frustration that i heard in his voice, and at the same time, maintaining the faith i had in him, that he was actually a wise being who is momentarily disconnected from that wisdom.

He asked me for advice 3 times. All 3 times, i asked him to focus on that issue he was asking advice for, and to note any thoughts and feelings that came up. This was the first time i asked someone to do this, though i probably in a way copied it from The Journey. Apparently this helped, cos all 3 times, my friend intuited a way of handling or looking at that issue that helped him find his way through his confusion.

To me, it’s a very beautiful and relaxing way of “helping” someone. I don’t need to give anyone any answers or advice or “words of wisdom”. It was simply about holding the space and helping that person be reminded of his or her own divine wisdom.

That’s why i love being in the helper role. The helper role brings out my qualities of wisdom, groundedness, compassion and detachment. Qualities that i sometimes lose touch with when playing other roles in my life. This is why i love going to work. Work provides ME with the space to manifest my true beingness.

Well, in a way, the whole of life can provide me with the opportunities to move into my beingness… it’s just that non-work areas are a lot more challenging, and sometimes unpleasant. Whereas when i’m playing the helper role, i shift into my most enlightened state of being. My workplace is literally my heaven/haven.

That’s why i’m grateful for having clients. They don’t just bring in the cash. They give me the chance to access the riches that are already within me.

Today i went to the hospital to visit a cousin who was seriously ill, though thankfully getting better. It was a single bedder, and since there was only my mum around, i started doing surrogate tapping and chanting for him. Once again, while my intention may be to do it for him, i certainly benefitted as well. I’m not sure how much benefits it brought to my cousin. He was smiling at certain points, and my mum was asking him why he was smiling but he didn’t/couldn’t reply. Well… i certainly hope that what i did today was able to assist him in his healing to some extent.

If this is a form of healing that really helps, i wldn’t mind doing it for pple on a regular basis. It just feels so natural and so right.

Well, guess the universe already got it all planned out for me in some way. Just gotta let go and trust the process as usual.

Little gurus

March 25, 2009 at 11:11 pm | In All about little boy, All in a day's work | Leave a Comment

Today i had a session with this client whom i have been seeing regularly. She has been making great progress, and i was starting to check in on how far more we have to go before we are ready to call it quits. I don’t believe in making the client dependent on me. Even if the client needs to depend on me in the beginning, there needs to be a weaning period.

So at the end of our session, i asked her to rate where she was from -10 to +10, if -10 was how she was at our 1st counselling session, and +10 was where she wanted to get to. She told me -5. MUCH lower that i would have expected.

I told her, “Hmm…+10 is not to be Jesus u know!”

She laughed and said she knew that, but i still felt suspicious of her self-rating, so i asked her to close her eyes, connect to God/her heart/the Light within her. And i asked her the same question, “If -10 was who you were at our 1st session, and +10 is where you want to get to, what number are you at now… give me the first number.”

Despite my reminder to give me the 1st number, she took a bit longer than i expected. In the meantime, her young son who joined us few minutes ago and heard my question to his mum raised his hand to show me his answer – 5.

I grinned at him, thinking that was just his observation of how much his mother had progressed.

Less than a minute later, my client with eyes still closed told me her answer – 5!

My jaw dropped as i looked at the lil boy with amazement and delight. He’s a psychic! But then, remembering my client’s previous answer, i laughingly asked her, “Plus or minus? First answer.” At the same time, i gave the lil boy a questioning look. He crossed his fingers to make a plus sign.

To my surprise, my client replied, “Minus.”

I turned to look at lil boy, who was looking right back at me with wide open eyes, and he gestured in protest. PLUS!

I asked my client, “Ask God, and tell me whether HE says plus or minus.”

My client paused for a few moments, then replied, “Plus.”

Grinning at the lil boy, I told her to open her eyes and i said to her, “Your son understands you very well.” I proceeded to tell her how her son had given God’s answer way before she did. “You should listen to your son more often.”

The client looked at her son with red eyes… and for some reason, my own eyes were red as well. Not sure why either. Maybe i was just simply touched by the wisdom and intuition of this innocent and adorable looking boy.

Would it be very predictable if i were to say that he reminds me of little boy?

Well, he did. Even thinking of him makes me smile… his mother is so lucky. And so am i.

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