No TV Week

Needless to say, watching TV has the pros and cons. But excessive TV time wont do any good... regardless how ever you try to justify it. Aisyah watched way too much cartoons that the rest of the things, our words and her play time, ceases to exist. I felt ashamed and frustrated with myself, I had been a mother to two just recently, but already a horrible failure.

I remember when we were little. Unlike "todays'" kids whom parents allowed them to go for late night outing, my parents made us follow the first rule of playing outdoor - which was to be at home before the dawn. Menggeletar kaki tangan kalau tengah balik rumah, on the way tuh, tiba-tiba azan maghrib. The mildest punishment would be no TV time and late dinner, and late dinner implied the best part of the fish were taken and fried chickens would all be long gone. Owh, just that u know, I have 3 little, selfish, carefree brothers..ngehehe. Of course they were :P

During those days, to be able to get hold of the TV remote controller were such a big reward for us. I mean, father would always have the last word of what to watch, how loud (or how very, extremely slow) the volume would be. We were made to watch the prime news together. And whatever that come after that.. Huhu~ not that we had much choice back then..Owh, there were also another news at 10pm back then... :((

Until one fine night,the moon might have shone directly to my father's heart. After the prime news ended, he gave us the remote controller. "Watch whatever you guys wanted to, I just want to sleep early tonight."

My heart jumped to the sky. I was excited and thrilled with the idea of having that black things with 10 buttons in my hands, well, I guess I wasnt the only one who were excited with that idea. Soon, we found out we (me and my elder sister and my brother) were pushing and shoving one another. Whoever got the remote controller would change it to their favorite tv shows. So 5 seconds it was on my fav tv shows, the next it was some kungfu fighting- the choice of my younger brother, while few seconds later, my sis swiped it from his hand and change the channel to drama minggu ini. Drop it? No way... At that time, for the three of us, it was a between-life-and-death battle. And the fight escalated to calling one another names, and went further to pillow fighting and hair pulling :P No, I musnt give up. If I must, Id fight to my death, said a 9years old me.

What happened next was like a dream....
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My father grabbed the silly box and threw it over the window, with a stunning loud thud sound.

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And he went to sleep, so did us. No one EVER say anything anymore.
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After sometimes, we got over the tragic death of the tv. Without we even realized it, life without that silly box has been a bless in disguise - if i can say that. I managed to go to school without praying that the teachers wont collect our homework or that classes would be canceled, because the three of us would spend the night together doing our homework. While there's always something to talk about every night. I found myself came back from school eager than ever to discuss the new things that I learned at school, and was excited to hear about my sis' or my brother's stories as well. The bond between the siblings grew stronger, and most importantly, all of us did better, if not well, in our exams :P

So after I found out that Aisyah has been turning deaf ears to my words, refused to taking bath or sleep at night or even weekend outings, just because she wanted to watch TV, I guess it is time to limit her fav tv time, and spend more time with her, whether or not we have anything to do at all.

Started from today...let's see how well it will go :)