2008, December 24, Wednesday
Immanuel even managed to get his uncle and aunt to play chess with him. Ever since he learnt the game, he has been looking for people to play with so that he can win. He played with me and won (boo-hoo). He played with the dad but only won once by sympathy. He won the uncle the first time round, as he had help from the aunt. Apparently we were told that the aunt is really good in chess. He knew that if he could win her it would be a great achievement. She was good, I must say but she gave no chances. Which is good, we don't want him to think that he is really good and play with others only to be disappointed. Sometimes we have to be harsh to prepare our kids for a harsh world. Gladly, he took his defeat and told her that he would practice but wants another game when we go over to visit again.
My hubby took the twins to the playground below as his brother took my boys for Christmas shopping at Sun Plaza. Meanwhile, the rest of us stayed home with baby Rochelle. She really is a doll. Beaming a sweet smile all the time, she loves company and hates to be left alone. It was so cute that she enjoyed lying down on our dinning table with a pillow rather than be placed in the bedroom on the bed. Time alone with Rochelle was so serene and quiet.... until the return of the other four. My two boys and the twins. Ivan came home so happy with a plush toy of baby bugs and told me. "It's Baby Bugs Bunny." He was so totally eccentric about having the plush toys that he was showing it to everyone.
After alot of playing, we decided that we were going down to Yishun for some shopping and dinner. Well shopping for the mums and dinner for the rest. When we got on the bus the twins fell asleep and so do Rochelle. When we alighted my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and my hubby all carried a child each along with them, Ivan was carrying his Baby Bugs Bunny in the same fashion as them. I asked him if his baby was sleeping too, and he said, "Yes. Baby Bugs Bunny sleeping."
Bugs has been with him ever since. At night when he goes to bed, he has Bugs next to him at first. When he get comfortable to dozed off, he passes Bugs to my side so that I would care for Bugs as he sleeps. (so sweet the way he cares for the plush toys as if it were real)
On Sunday, when we were to go to church, he insisted that Bugs came along too. It was a little weird this time because, kids and adults were giving him a "look" as he carried Bugs in his arm wherever he went.
After church, we went into GAP to get some stuff. We left the boys to sit on the chairs in the kids section and went to pick up gifts for the toddlers. I turned to check on them and saw a little girl standing in front of Ivan giving him a confused look as to why he was holding onto a plush toy. She stood there looking for a minute or two until her mum called her to try on something. That was only the first incident that day. It happened again at Gelare, and other shops too. I try not to let it affect me as I know that no one else is going to be able to understand what my son needs and how he functions, as well as me. These strangers that stare today are not going to be there when he is throwing a fit or when he goes for therapy sessions. So why should I care if they think he is weird. What matters most is what I think of him. He is my angle sent from God, my charmed bracelet, my peace haven and my pot of clay. Clay that with the Lord's instruction I will make into a beautiful piece of Earthen Vessel, for Him to use.
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