Children,  Family

My Journey with Sean

I want to share my experience as a mother, who drives to work everyday. The journey is about my son’s behavior in the car. Sean travels with me in the car since he was 8 months old. I used to send him to my brother’s house, in my mothers care for four months. I then send him to Yayasan Sabah Nursery since its near to my office, much more convenient especially if I need to work extra hours. That time, my husband was working in the City, so I have to fetch Sean before fetching my husband. It takes me 30 minutes approximately with the jam to reach my husband’s office.

I will be driving with alone with Sean, after sending my husband and the journey to his office in the evening. Once my husband came out from the car and I took turn to drive, he will start his nonsense. In the morning, I will normally gives him something to eat and play baby music. I will be lucky if he is calm and quiet but sometimes he will just go out from the baby car seat and sit on my lap. I cant do anything but letting him sit still because if I scold or shout at him, he will get more frustrated and started his tantrum. I need to focus and concentrate on the road. He ever fall asleep on my lap while driving imagine that. I even accidentally knock somebody’s car because I can’t concentrate, I was so lucky the lady driver was nice even though there was a bent on her car.

Early 2006, we enrolled Sean in Tzu Yu, KK since its near to hubby’s office. I gave birth to a baby girl in 4th April 2006 and during the confinement, Sean stay at home with me. When I returned to work, I send Sean and baby Chrissa to a babysitter near my apartment. Sean doesn’t like it, he got bored, so I send Sean to a nursery on the way to work. I was still ok because both me and my husband send and fetch him everyday.

Last year (2007) he was in pre-school, we enrolled him in Yik Tze Kindergarden, Likas which is located near to my Office but still chaos whenever I’m with him. So many things happened.. but there were few experience I cannot forget.. the day I fetch him from school but he doesn’t want to go back.. imagine that.. I force myself driving in that narrow road… but he kept on kicking and want to take control of the steering wheel. I managed to parked near a junction… Only God knows how I felt that time.. my hp out of credit.. my dear husband usually call us to check where we were but that time never call until 40 minutes waiting.. imagine that.. My husband had to use the company’s car to fetch us.. back to his office to send the car.. and straight fetch chrissa and back home. Another worse experience was also back from school but this time he wants me to stop at a Supermarket and he managed to grab a dinosaurs toys…. While I was driving he asked me to make the toys stand .. OMIGOD.. the toys were to small… Sean grabbed my spectacle .. when I told him .. ‘mummy cant see’ he gave me back but the unfortunately the one of the glass broke.. imagine driving without one glass.. its like driving with closing one eyes. I was praying until I reached home..

I feel so tired and stressed out but I was lucky we were survived and reached home safely.


  • jppmom

    i know wat u mean…but thank God, every journey u had wit Sean end up ok as an Angel is there to watch u guys..

    i still have my journey with Sean.. and hope angels are still keeping an eye on us.. Help me God!!! Amen.

  • mummy ruth

    shirl…shirl…kesian lah u if he’s still having his habit for this year. But I’m sure eventually they will change, my girls used to have their jumping session in the car a year or two ago. But now redah sudahlah, sabar sajalah as people always says so to us 🙂

    Well.. these few days with him.. he seems to be more relaxs.. going back time.. he tried to ask me to stop at the Petrol Station and CKS Supermarket .. he know there sells toys.. ‘Power Ranger’ ‘Ultraman3’. When i told him.. the shop is still close.. he will say.. bye bye power ranger, ultraman3 and spiderman.. see you!

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