Monday, October 11, 2004

Balqis was already in a very bad mood having to wait for over an hour for her concert to begin. We had sneaked back in after sending her off at the club, telling her that 'Mommy and Daddy are going to work.' We managed a seat 4th row from the front, thinking that it was pretty safe. We saw her bored gesture -- scratching her head, smiles all gone, boredom was written all over her face. We were silently praying for her not to graduate to the next level, which is in the 'cranky' category. We saw her going out of the ballroom accompanied by her teacher. Must be to the restroom. And then again half an hour later. As we were quietly minding our own business, talking to each other, we saw somebody break through from behind the stage with a big smile, running towards us! Teacher Mrs. Law noted that Balqis indeed has very sharp eyes! From then onwards, it was a big challenge for her teachers to keep her backstage, so help them GOD! When it was finally over, the wait, that is, her turn finally came in after the first act -- she was on percussions. She had the I-dont-care look on her face, did her percussions thingy looking around giving everybody the bored look and refused to sing. Me and my darling husband gave all kinds of signals from our seats, smiling from ear to ear to get her back in the mood, everytime her eyes darted over to us. We failed miserably. Missing her afternoon nap and having to wait forever or so it seems for her for the concert to begin, was just too much for the impatient Balqis. She was just too anxious for the whole concert to begin and end. She had on a beautiful white dress with ribbons in her hair (ala the twist era). Of course, compliments of her mom's make up and hair styling. After the third act, she came back on stage and emceed the next dance routine. 'Hi..my name is Balqis. Let's twist with us'. She continued on looking at everybody, smiling very pleased with herself and continue on smiling, rooted on the stage, eyes darting back to her teacher on the left side of the stage. Then we heard the rest of the other kids backstage screamed .. thank you! thank you! Balqis looked at the crowd back and said..'Thank You' and went off backstage to begin her next routine -- the twist! The concert ended at 7pm. And so the evening ended with Balqis crying because she wanted the microphone or else she wont sing the last act. One of her teachers gave her a lollipop and that seemed to have taken her attention away from the microphone, for awhile. She did not enjoy herself at the high tea reception after the concert, crankiness sets in to the highest order. When she started to scream at everything, off we went -- the next stop Adam's babysitter. Balqis slept in the car even before we reached home. That was the end of the day. Balqis' first concert.





signing off..Hazelinesnow at 2:06 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Adam is back to his normal naughty self. Once in a while, his darling sister, Balqis will remind him not too jump around else 'you'll lose another tooth and break your leg like that other baby'. She did pick that one up, I thought. Ima (my friend) like most parents, sends her baby daughter -- a 3 months old baby to a babysitter when she goes to her school. She's a school teacher. One fine day she received a call that every mother dreads. Something has happened to the baby's leg because another child under the baby sitter's care fell on top of the sleeping baby, which was placed, (I hope either in a rocker or on a very thick mat) on the floor, at a certain corner in that particular house. When Ima arrived at the babysitter's, both the babysitter and the baby were wailing their hearts out. Aisyah's leg was dangling! The poor baby broke her tiny leg! Poor Aisyah. She's now resting in the hospital, leg put up to set it and later according to the doctor, she might have to be casted. Balqis picked the story up I suppose when she overheard her anxious mother telling her father what had happened to Ima's baby. She talked a little bit more about it with me, a clear fear factor on her face. She seemed to be unable to get over the fact that somebody had actually broke their leg. And it's just a baby too.

The Saturday before we left for Malacca, I brought Balqis over to the Century Paradise Club (our club) in Melawati for Balqis's first ever concert rehearsal. The concert will be held there thus the rehearsal needs to be done at the actual venue too. During one of her dance routine, the girl who was behind her on the stage accidentally hit her hand with the 'poom poom chak' -- a small like a drum thingy that you hold with your hands to make the 'poom poom chak' sound. I cant think of a name for it at the moment. Thus from there onwards, we had a teary Balqis, already not in the mood presenting on stage. Camelia, the poor girl who had accidentally hit Balqis's hand, was oblivious to the fact that she was the cause for all this grievances. Of course, the explanations that had to be given to Balqis took about 3 days for her to accept and understand the fact that Camelia did not mean to hit her, it was just an accident. Both me and the teachers did our part to ensure that Balqis's first concert will be a pretty experience for her. After that incident she got off the stage, still crying, and decided that she did not want to be backstage with the rest of the other kids. All of the other mommies helped me pacify Balqis that fateful Saturday morning but to no avail. So the rehearsal went on without Balqis on the stage for some of the shows. Olivia, Nicholas's Mom (according to Balqis, Nicholas is her boyfriend) brought Balqis down for an ice cream which when asked, she thought about it for just half of a split second before relenting. After the ice cream from her future mother in law, everything was smooth sailing. Plus, Nicholas did his best to bring back the smiles to Balqis's face too. After the ice cream, we managed to bring Balqis back up to the ballroom and continue on with the rest of her singing parts.

This coming Saturday, Balqis will perform in her first school concert. And later this month on the 26th of October, she'll be 4 years old. How time flies. I can still remember the time when they place her on my tummy -- the first time we saw each other. And as for her daddy, I think the following song just simply sums it all up for him.

Butterfly Kisses
By Bob Carlisle

There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from Heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life
Oh but most of all

For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair
Walk beside the pony daddy
It's my first ride
I know the cake looks funny daddy
But i sure tried
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
To deseve a hug every mornin
And butterfly kisses at night

Sweet 16 today
She's lookin like her mama
A little more every day
One part woman
The other part girl
To perfume and make up
From ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair
You know how much I love you daddy
But if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every mornin
And butterfly kisses at night

All the precious time
Like the wind the years go by
Precious Butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away
Standing in the bride room just starin at her
She asked me what I'm thinkin
And I said I'm not sure
I just feel like I'm loosin my baby girl
And she leaned over

And gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair
Walk me down the aisle daddy
It's just about time
Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?
Daddy don't cry
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every mornin and butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more than this is what love is
I know I've got to let her go but I'll always remember
Every hug in the mornin and butterly kisses at night




signing off..Hazelinesnow at 11:46 AM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}