Daily Archives: 17 February 2017

Child’s Play and Alphabet

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A child learns best when he’s free to learn in his own pace and in his own ways.

Mr. Two shaped my breast pump tube into this and he said, “Mommy, letter G! G for [his name]!”

Ask me how and where my Mr. Two first learnt about letters. He was almost 1.5 years old then. It was in a hotel in Manila. There was the “EXIT” sign on the lower part of the hallway wall. He traced each letter with his fingers while saying “Mommy?” or “Daddy?” as if he was asking us what it was. After only a couple of “trips” to that “EXIT” sign, he already knew that those four letters were E-X-I-T or T-I-X-E or I-T-X-E (yes, keep on reshuffling…it doesn’t matter).

I treated those “trips” to that sign as purely play but it turned out to be a learning opportunity for him.

As time went by, he would ask us the letters that he could see around. He’s now familiar with alphabet. He would usually name the letters that he’s seen…not always correct but he is most of the time.

Do I ask him to sit down and study or memorise the alphabet? No. Never. Is he a genius? I don’t think so.

How have I made him familiar with the alphabet? I let him be the child who plays and explores. I build up his curiosity. I take him out. We ride on a bus and train and ferry and I let him hold the tickets, which have letters and numbers printed on it. I give him the receipts from cafe or supermarket.

And of course, we sing the alphabet songs.

His fingers and the window with condensation are his pen and paper in the morning.

So in case you get frustrated because your four- or five-year-old child can’t tell you what letter it is that you are pointing at, play with him. Let him play. Let him explore. Go out. Find a stick or twig, use it as your pen and start writing the alphabet on the ground. Go to the beach and write the alphabet on the sand with your fingers or rocks.

Learning can be fun. Let learning happen naturally. Let your child learn how to learn. Let him have fun in learning. Let him play while learning. Let him learn through play. Let him be a child!

The Labyrinth in My Mind

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I’ve been wanting to write since after my appointment with my doctors earlier today. There’s so much that I would like to write. But I don’t know how to start. I don’t know exactly what to write about.

 

Should I write about exactly what the doctors discussed with me? Should I write about the special blood test result that they already received from UK and Australia?

 

Should I write about my single-fibre EMG and Nerve Conduction tests that were done earlier? About how it felt to have a needle inserted into my muscles and being moved around my muscles with those tingling electric shocks?

 

Should I write about acetylcholine? And what should I write about acetylcholine? Its formula or IUPAC name or molar mass or its chemical structure that I learnt from Organic Chemistry and Biochemistry classes back in Uni? Or should I write about how it was discussed by my doctors today?

 

Should I write about Myasthenia Gravis? What about that? About how it can present itself as Guillain-Barré Syndrome? About the medicines that I might need to take, which I hope I wouldn’t have to because once I take such then there’s another medicine to take to prevent the side effects of the main medicine?

 

Should I write about me having to wait for another set of days until the other special blood test results arrive from UK? Or about the scan that should be done on my thymus gland and why it should be done?

 

If someone dares to get into and to explore inside my mind now, he or she might feel how it is to be in a labyrinth.

 

Just when I thought that I have been recovering big time from Guillain-Barré Syndrome, the doctors discussed with me what my condition has been most likely instead of GBS.  And as if GBS was neither rare nor complex enough, the doctors consider that my condition is the rarer and more complex one. The truth is that even if I’ve never wanted to have GBS, I’d rather have it than MG.

 

Looking at the bright side, at least my doctors don’t simply make me take any medications unless all symptoms and test results perfectly match one another. And this whole thing has made me witness the real life “Grey’s Anatomy” (Neurology edition).

 

I’m still hoping and praying for the best.