Saturday, February 02, 2008

Another year older

It's one year older for my little darling. We had a tiramisu cake and went to Pizza Hut for dinner the night before, as his papa needed to go on a business trip on his birthday. Had a simple yet great time with everyone around. Pizza is granny's listed favorite too.

He went to school early on his birthday, and look what he got from one of his friend as birthday present....

So heart-wrenching.

I received a call from his teacher at about 11 and she told me about the little accident which gave him those 2 scratches on his forehead. No words can describe how I felt at that time, mommies would surely understand perfectly how it felt like, don't ya?

Asked if he had fought or asked for that himself, but the teacher said no, the guilty child was just too naughty and violent, while she explained to me in detail how it happened.

I wanted so much to do something back for my child, to admonish the naughty child that it's not the right thing to do or just something... but, there's really nothing much I can do, is there?

I mean, he's also a little child, and accidents do happen, just so unfortunately it's my child who was the victim that day. Well, lucky the wound is not very deep and it won't leave any scar on his face, else, I really wanted to....

Sigh.. I guess I can't do anything much though. What would you do if you were in my shoes? But anyway, when I relate this story to a friend, she felt the parent should at the very least, initiate to find my number and call to apologize to me. I thought about it, and I think it's true. The fact that the parents seemed not to bother to do just that, or offer any "compensations" at all made me feel like they didn't care, not their child who's hurt anyway, and the more "geram" I feel for the pain that my child had to endure. Well, guess I have to let go and "forgive and forget".

Happened on his birthday some more! Brand brand new year some more! Cilaka!

Later, to make myself and him happier, I went to buy ANOTHER birthday present for him.

OK la.. it's more to make myself happier. I ALWAYS wanted a dollhouse like this since young. Playing dolls used to be my favorite pastime when I was a little girl. At that time, it was only paper dolls, and paper clothes I designed and cut for the dolls. And now, right in my house, I have a doll house finally. And the children loves it too. Isn't that just so lovely?

4 comments:

CY said...

I.ll find the parents number n cal them up if I were u. At least if they don't call, call them up and see what they says. Worse to worse, give them a piece of your mind. Can understand your situation.

tasy said...

No la, I don't know what to say to the parents. Would look like hooligans asking for compensation.

Anonymous said...

Well, accident do happens, especially on children. Please forgive and forget lah. Maybe, the kid himself got very frightened now and just think what would you do and how would you feel if you were his parents or you were the kid. We must always think of others, place ourself in their shoes and give love to others so that our children can understand the beauty of love.If I were you, frankly I would call up the kid parents and tell them that it is OK and move on with life....

Anonymous said...

Poor boy, you must be so heart broken to see those bloody scratches. Just a thought, maybe the teacher never called that parent to inform them of the accident? You know, that boy is not the one having wounds.

Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday to your 2nd one.

P/S : hey, I have bought the exact same dollhouse to my boys a few years ago. The dollbell can ring and the porch light can lit, right? What a coincidence.

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