Usually on Heartbeat’s annual school holiday, I will take a few days off so I could spend time with him. We would go on an “adventure” together, only the two of us, since a majority of his time is spent with his dad. I named it “adventure” so I could tell him that “in an adventure there are dangerous things and bad guys so you have to always hold Omak’s hand and don’t go too far“. So far we went to few places together, riding trains, watching movies, going to playground etc.
This time, we went to visit my mom by taking the MRT and then riding on a bus. Heartbeat was ecstatic, he loves public transports. My mom was not so thrilled. She gave me an earful about dragging my son, walking so far. Mom, I carried him when he doesn’t want to walk =.=
We went to MidValley for lunch and by the time we wanted to take a train home, it was nearly evening rush hour. When I said MidValley, there is a few things you have to bear in mind.
One: The public transport running from there is the slowest ever KTM commuter train.
Two: They come once every 30 minutes now.
Three: They just passed the biggest station, KL Sentral, which means they are often packed with people.
We missed a train while we made our way down to the station. It means I had a 30 minutes waiting to do with a 4-years-old and my phone battery was down to 1%. I am so finished.
To make time pass faster, I whipped out my notebook and pen and decided to teach Heartbeat some readings.
I drew this well-known matrix and started to teach him through it. By the letter D, he went, “Omak, are we done? I’m too tired to learn.”
On the final minutes before the train arrived, I realized a crucial thing: the train can be packed with people and we can get separated from each other. Worse, one of us can be left behind while another get to board!
This is indeed and emergency.
So I quickly brief over the possibility to Heartbeat. I remind him again the crucial information he needs to know. What is his full name? What is his dad’s name? What is his mom’s name? Where does he live?
The police needs to know this, then they can send you home, I urgently told him.
The train has a lot more people than usual. Two nice Indian girls squeeze closer together so Hearbeat can have a seat. He reluctantly sat down, but clung on me, afraid of being separated from Omak. At that moment, I realized how much my presence makes my children feel safe. I also realize how important it is to teach him to be prepared on emergency situation when he got separated from known adults.
Last week, in the car to dinner, my husband told me Heartbeat got left behind when they were taking the elevator. He called him to come in but Heartbeat was busy playing and the door started to close. The adults started to press the button to make the door stayed open, but it wouldn’t stop closing. So Heartbeat was left there while the elevator went down. My husband came up again to see him with a man waiting with him. As my husband told me this story, Heartbeat started crying.
“Abah didn’t wait for meeee!!”
“That’s why lah you have to always hold Abah’s and Omak’s hand.”
Later that night, I briefed him again on what important information he should know. His name. His dad’s name. His mom’s name. The car number.
“Where do you live?”
Long pause while Heartbeat was thinking.
And then he said.
What lah this boy 😑.