In the afternoon, I informed G that because she didn’t keep her hairbands quickly, grandma had thrown them away. A while later, she went to the rubbish bin to retrieve, they weren’t’ there anymore. The rubbish had gone into the big trashbin. Amist the naggings and frequent scoldings, G asked me this last night, “Mommy, do you like grandma?”
I looked at her and saw that she was filled with a lot of hurt and some frustration, as if waiting for me to say something bad about grandma in order for her to feel better, in order to justify her feelings toward grandma.
She waited for a few seconds, and she blurted “I don’t like her. I really don’t like her at all” and she almost teared.
That night, I laid down close to her and I said “G, there will be many times that people may hurt us, leave us disappointed, make us upset. But I want to let you know that God will take care of it”.
She was very quiet and she continued to listen.
Me: Mommy meant that whenever we are hurt or upset or wronged by others, all we need to do is to tell it to Jesus. And He will deal with it. We let Jesus take care of it, because we can’t. The friend who took your toy without permission, who hit you, who shouted at you, who cut your queue, will have a bad day tomorrow. He will go out to the playground and suddenly it rains, he will be drawing and his colour pencils would be broken, he will board the bus but the bus broke down and so on.
And everytime you drop a tear due to injustice, an angel comes and collects the drops of tears into a glass bottle and gives it to Jesus. Jesus keeps these bottles and when you go to Heaven next time, you will see all these bottles of precious tears.
And everytime you didn’t fight back, everytime you control yourself and not shout and scream back at the person, Jesus will make you better. Your heart gets more beautiful and so does your eyes, nose, mouth. Your face gets prettier and prettier and people don’t know why. Your hair gets smoother, you grow taller, you become cleverer. When you want to go out and play, the rain stops for you. When you are hungry, there’s food on the table. When you are ill, you get well super fast (faster than others).
And so, back to grandma. Isn’t she nice at times too? She brings you out to Japanese restaurant. She gives you ice cream. She goes Batam and Hong Kong with us. She is nice to us too, right?
G: *nodded in agreement* “then what about Papa?, do you hate him?”
Me: No I don’t hate him. God will take care of him for me. And all the things that I have said just now, will happen for me. People may not know, but God knows everything.