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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Every parent's worst nightmare

My Paper, Tuesday, June 09, 2015, Page A8, Opinion
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Source Website: http://mypaper.sg/opinion/every-parents-worst-nightmare-20150609
By Maureen Koh, The New Paper, Published on Jun 09, 2015


SOLEMN MOMENT
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My Paper, Tuesday, June 09, 2015, Page A8, Opinion


THIS national tragedy is, for most Singapore parents, a personal one.

We felt the anxiety, we felt the fear and we prayed.

As we followed the updates on the fate of the children from Tanjong Katong Primary School (TKPS), our hearts grew heavier. Every tragic detail was a stab to our hearts.

My friend - a mother of three children aged nine, 11 and 14 - wrote on Facebook: "May the children keep (sic) safe till they are found."
Note: (sic) means  “that’s really how it appears in the original.”

A father of a 12-year-old boy shared: "My wife and I will keep praying for the safe return of the children to the arms of their parents."

But why did we feel for this so keenly? Why was it so personal?

I am no psychologist, but I am a mother and I know anxiety and fear.

Both my son and daughter went to Hong Kong when they were in Primary 5, one year after the other. Their itinerary was less intimidating - they even spent a day in Disneyland.

Yet, I can still remember how, for the four nights when my son was away for his first trip without us, my husband and I could not sleep properly.

We fretted over what now seems mundane and frivolous: "Will the fussy eater enjoy his meals or starve during the trip?"

But he "made it" and said he had a wonderful time. He tried different kinds of cuisine and even made a friend from the New Territories.

It was different when it was his younger sister's turn. She is more independent, so we figured she would be safer. But two days into the trip, her teacher called me.

My daughter had twisted her ankle and was in pain. A teacher had taken her to a Chinese physician and we were assured she would be fine. The girl sounded just as confident on the phone, but I could barely control my tears.

Now imagine all that worry multiplied a million times and it still would not come close to what the parents of the TKPS pupils are going through.

A colleague asked me a couple of months ago if she should allow her son to go on a school trip to Malaysia. My answer then was an instant, encouraging: "Yes! Why not?"

If you ask me now, my response, despite knowing that natural disasters are acts of God, may not be as glib.

By Maureen Koh, The New Paper, Published on Jun 09, 2015


I am a mother and I know anxiety and fear. I could barely control my tears.
PHOTO: I am a mother and I know anxiety and fear. I could barely control my tears.
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Excerpted from A Mother's Heart by Jean Fleming copyright 1982, 1996. Used by permission of NavPress. All rights reserved. NAVPRESS.
http://www.familylife.com/articles/topics/parenting/essentials/mothers/fear-not-mother-fear-god

More mothers gather to pray for their children and their schools today than any other time in history.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love" (1 Corinthians 3:13).

Because your children are not where you would like to see them at this point in time does not mean all hope is lost. Love has a place for eternity.

Keep praying and trusting God to work. He hears and does something extraordinary.
- From A Mother's Heart by Jean Fleming -


We felt the anxiety, we felt the fear and we prayed.
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Monday, April 6, 2015

One mother's agonising decision

My Paper, Monday, April 6, 2015, Page A7, Top Stories
From http://epaper.mypaper.sg/emnd/fvxen/fvxp/fvxpress.php?param=2015-04-06
Source Website: http://mypaper.sg/top-stories/one-mothers-agonising-decision-20150406
By Maureen Koh, The New Paper, mypaper, myp@sph.com.sg, Published on Apr 06, 2015


One mother's agonising moment
PHOTO: One mother's agonising moment: "I was so shocked. I couldn't believe that my 'guai guai zai' (good son in Cantonese) had turned into a stranger."
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FOR more than a month, Chua Kee Ching agonised over what to do.

"It was the hardest decision of my life, but reporting my son to the police was the only way I could make him come to his senses," the 52-year-old production worker says in Cantonese. "He is my only child. I didn't want his future to be ruined if he ended up with a police record."

Her son, then 17, had gone on a rebellious path in secondary school.

She says: "Do you know, he actually scored an aggregate of 240 for his PSLE? My son went to a good school, but somehow, when he was in Secondary 2, something just went wrong."

And she is certain it had nothing to do with her being a single parent.

"My husband died (of cancer) when my boy was eight. If anything, I felt that his father's death made him grow up overnight," says Madam Chua with a wry smile.

"He'd help with the household chores when I was at work, and he kept promising me he'd study hard so we could both have a better life."

To reward her son for his good results, Madam Chua even saved up to take him to the Gold Coast in Australia.

But things started to go downhill after her son turned 14. "Suddenly, he was an angry teenager... He'd come home late at night, still in his school uniform and smelling of stale cigarettes," she recalls. "Because he was at that age, I controlled my urge to scold him and tried to advise him instead. I had to keep my worries at bay."

Then one day, the school called to tell her her 15-year-old would be suspended for punching his physical education teacher. She says: "I was so shocked. I couldn't believe that my 'guai guai zai' (good son in Cantonese) had turned into a stranger."

During the two weeks of suspension, her son returned home only twice - the first time to stuff some clothes into a paper bag. Five days later, he turned up to demand $300 from her. "At first I refused. I kept asking him what he needed it for, but he just said: 'You can give me the money or you can regret it later if you don't'," says Madam Chua.

In the end, she gave in. "Later on, when I thought back about the early days, I realised that it was me who had allowed my son to go further astray. I should have stood my ground," she says.

Her son stayed out of trouble when he returned to school and she thought "closing one eye" would help ease the tension.

He did well enough to get into a junior college but insisted on going to a polytechnic. "I was happy that he did well and I didn't mind. I thought he had got over that phase," she says.

Until one day when she was cleaning her son's room. She had picked up his backpack and had accidentally dropped it on the floor. "I heard a clang so I opened it. To my horror, there was a long kitchen

knife and the blade was wrapped with a piece of newspaper. My hands were shaking, my heart was beating so fast."

Yet she did not confront her son.

"I don't know why... I just put the knife back and went about my chores."

But the image of the knife kept replaying in her mind.

"Finally, I told my sister about it. And the first thing she said was: Call the police.

"I screamed at her: Are you mad? He is my son! How can I do that? I was in denial then. I didn't want to face up to the fact that I had lost control of my only child."

Three weeks later, she confronted her son about the knife.

"It was his reaction that woke me up. Glaring at me, he warned me never to touch his things. He even told me to keep out of his room. 'Do that or live to regret for the rest of your life,' he told me. It was then I knew I had to save my own son."

Two days later, she approached her sister "for strength" and together, they walked into a neighbourhood police centre.

"When my son came home from school that afternoon, two policemen were waiting for him at the void deck," she says quietly.

For possessing an offensive weapon, he was arrested, convicted and sent to a reformative training centre for 18 months. "Fortunately, he had not done anything seriously wrong, otherwise it would have been worse. But the first few months were terrible. He didn't even want to see me."

When he was finally released, he went to live with her sister and mother. "By then, he didn't mind being in the same room as me but he refused to acknowledge me."

The good thing, she adds, was that he started going to church with his aunt.

"Then two days before Christmas, I returned home to find him at our doorstep with his belongings. We were a mess that day. He cried, apologised and asked that I forgive him.
"I knew my 'guai guai zai' had returned to his mother."

By Maureen Koh, The New Paper, mypaper, myp@sph.com.sg, Published on Apr 06, 2015



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