My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:
(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).
This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.
Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.
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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking
A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.
Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.
If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.
OUR 3% MIRACLE
All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:
Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent
...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".
He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...
3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.
Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.
We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...
So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.
Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.
And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"
Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.
I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.
At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.
(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)
I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...
It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.
It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."
After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).
And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...
This time however I was not disappointed.
With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.
It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,
"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."
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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY
On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.
The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.
In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.
Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.
With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...
That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.
It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).
I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...
I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...
Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...
In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.
I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.
Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'
My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".
The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.
I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"
SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.
Lara watched the scene, transfixed.
I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."
In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.
Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:
She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.
So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".
As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).
To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.
By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.
I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.
I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.
The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.
By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!
The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "
So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...
I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...
I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...
So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).
My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.
The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:
(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...
In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.
I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.
From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.
I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .
Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?
Overall? Yes.
Don't get me wrong.
I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).
I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...
The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.
When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...
I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.
Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.
For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).
I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.
I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".
Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.
To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.
Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...
And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️
Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)
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น้อง-พี่-ที่รัก:
รักกันไม่ได้แปลว่าจะต้องชอบกันทั้งหมด
(เขียนถึงเนื้อหาบางส่วนในภาพยนตร์)
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ครั้งหนึ่งที่ป๊ากับพี่สาว (ซึ่งผมเรียกว่า แจ้) มีปากเสียงกัน ผมพยายามพูดอะไรบางอย่างให้สองฝ่ายคืนดี หายโกรธ ยกเหตุผลต่างๆ นานา สิ่งที่พี่สาวผมบอกกลับมาก็คือ "แกไม่ต้องยุ่งหรอกน่า เค้าอยู่กันมาเป็นสิบๆ ปีแล้ว เดี๋ยวมันจางลงก็กลับมาคุยกันดีๆ เหมือนเดิม แค่ยังไม่ใช่ตอนนี้" และคำที่ผมจำได้แม่น "ไม่ต้องทำให้เป็นเรื่องใหญ่ คนในบ้านทะเลาะกันมันเป็นเรื่องปกติ"
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เมื่อวานได้ดู "น้อง-พี่-ที่รัก" โดยมิได้คาดหวังว่าหนังจะเน้นความสัมพันธ์ของพี่ชาย-น้องสาวขนาดนี้ แต่ยิ่งนั่งดูไปมากเท่าไรก็ยิ่งคิดถึงตัวเองและพี่สาวมากขึ้นเท่านั้น
ถามว่าหนังสนุกไหม ตอบว่า-มาก มีมุกให้หัวเราะเกลื่อนกลาดไปทั้งเรื่อง มุกส่วนใหญ่น่ารัก โดน และไม่กริบ น่าจะเพราะการแสดงที่แสนจะพลิ้วของซันนี่และญาญ่า โดยเฉพาะซันนี่ที่เล่นแบบลืมไปเลยว่าตัวเองหล่อ จากสเต็ปของฮิวจ์ แกรนท์ เรื่องนี้เขาได้ข้ามไปสู่สเต็ปของจิม แคร์รีย์เป็นที่เรียบร้อย แต่นั่นแหละ-หนังเรื่องนี้มีมากกว่าความสนุก และอยากชวนไปดูกันเยอะๆ ครับ
ที่คิดถึงตัวเองกับพี่สาวเพราะหนังแสดงให้เห็นถึง "ความต่าง" ระหว่างสองคนนี้แบบสุดขั้ว พี่ชายก็ไม่เอาไหนได้แบบสุดๆ ไร้ระเบียบ เละเทะ เรื่อยเจื้อย เอาตัวรอดด้วยความกะล่อนไปวันๆ ตรงข้ามกับน้องสาวที่เป๊ะ เรียนเก่ง การงานดี กีฬาเลิศ ชีวิตสองคนนี้เหมือนฟ้ากับเหว
ผมกับพี่สาวไม่ได้ต่างกันขนาดนี้ แต่ก็มีส่วนคล้าย ผมค่อนไปทางไร้ระเบียบ รักอิสระ ขณะที่พี่สาวเรียนเก่ง มีระเบียบกับชีวิต ซึ่งผมคิดว่าพี่น้องส่วนใหญ่มักจะมี "ความต่าง" ในแบบของตน
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มีคำพูดว่า "เพื่อนคือญาติที่เราเลือกได้เอง" กลับกันคือ "พี่น้องคือเพื่อนที่เราไม่ได้เลือก และเลือกไม่ได้" เกิดมาก็มีไอ้คนคนนี้อยู่ร่วมบ้านกับเราแล้ว ไม่ว่าจะเป็นยังไงเราก็ต้องใช้ชีวิตกับมันไปอีกหลายปี เผลอๆ ก็อาจจะทั้งชีวิต
เปลี่ยนคนก็ไม่ได้ เลิกคบหากันก็ไม่ได้
เชื่อเหลือเกินว่าบ่อยครั้งที่พี่หรือน้องจะคิดในใจว่า "ถ้ากูเปลี่ยนพี่น้องเป็นคนนั้นคนนี้ได้คงดี" แต่ประเด็นคือ-มึงเปลี่ยนไม่ได้ไงล่ะ
"พี่-น้อง" จึงเป็นความสัมพันธ์ประหลาด ไม่ได้เลือกคบกัน แต่ต้องทนกันไป ไม่ได้ชอบกันแต่ต้องอยู่กันไปแบบทู่ซี้ แล้วไอ้ความอยู่ด้วยกันนานนี่เองแหละที่สร้าง "ความผูกพัน" ขึ้นมา กระทั่งกลายเป็นความสัมพันธ์รสปะแล้ม คือ "ไม่ได้ชอบมึง แต่รักมึงนะ"
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ในครอบครัวที่พี่หรือน้องคนใดคนหนึ่งมีบุคลิกที่ชัดเจน สุดโต่งไปทางใดทางหนึ่ง อีกคนจะกลายเป็นด้านตรงข้ามกับคนนั้นไปเลย
พี่-น้องคือกระจกกลับด้านของกันและกัน (ส่วนหนึ่งเป็นเช่นนั้น)
ความที่อยู่ด้วยกันมานาน พี่น้องเป็นความสัมพันธ์ที่ "เปรียบเทียบ" กันโดยไม่ตั้งใจ แม้ปฏิเสธแต่ก็อดไม่ได้หรอกที่จะเปรียบเทียบ บางทีการเปรียบเทียบนี้อยู่ลึกจนเราไม่รู้ตัว แต่มันมีอิทธิพลต่อ "ความเป็นเรา" มหาศาล
หากพี่เป็นเด็กเรียน ตอนแรกน้องจะพยายามฮึดสู้ แต่ถ้าทำได้ไม่ดี น้องจะเฉไปเอาดีทางอื่นทันที เช่น กลายเป็นคนบ้ากีฬา บ้าศิลปะ เล่นเกม หรืออะไรสักอย่างที่ไม่เกี่ยวกับการเรียนในใบเกรด
หากพี่เจ้าระเบียบมากๆ น้องจะดื้อด้าน แหกกฎ หากน้องขยัน พี่อาจทำตัวกลับกันคือนั่งๆ นอนๆ สบายๆ หากน้องไปทางบุคลิกดี สำรวมเรียบร้อย พี่อาจหนีไปทางตลกโปกฮา และอื่นๆ อีกมากมาย ลองมองพี่น้องรอบตัวก็จะเห็น "กระจกกลับด้าน" เช่นนี้จำนวนไม่น้อย
เราต่างมีอิทธิพลต่อกันและกัน
พูดอีกอย่างคือ "เราต่างสร้างตัวตนของอีกคนขึ้นมา"
ซึ่งบ่อยครั้งไม่ได้สร้างให้อีกคนเหมือนเรา แต่กลับสร้างให้อีกคนแตกต่างจากเรา เพราะเขาต้องการ "หนี" ไปอีกทาง ไม่ให้ซ้ำทางพี่ ไม่ให้ทับทางน้อง
พี่-น้องจึงเป็นโจทย์แรกๆ ของชีวิตที่เราต้องเจอ โจทย์ที่ว่าเราจะ "เอาดี" แบบไหนบนเส้นทางตัวเอง หากสู้กับอีกคนหนึ่งบนทางเส้นนั้นไม่ได้ ยังเหลือทางไหนให้ไปอีก แล้วการหาทางออกเช่นนี้ซ้ำแล้วซ้ำเล่านี่เองที่หล่อหลอม "ตัวตน" ของเราขึ้นมาให้เป็นแบบที่เราเป็นตอนโตขึ้น
และการกลับด้านเช่นนี้เองที่ค่อยๆ สร้างความเป็น "คู่ตรงข้าม" ขึ้นมาในตัวเราสองคน ค่อยๆ ถ่างเราห่างจากกัน ค่อยๆ ทำให้เรามีโลกคนละใบ และเป็นไปได้ว่า--ค่อยๆ ทำให้เราเข้าใจกันและกันน้อยลงเรื่อยๆ
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มองไปที่พี่ เราจึงเห็นว่าเขาอยู่บนโลกอีกใบหนึ่ง เราเป็นมนุษย์คนละดาวที่ถูกเสก (หรือสาบ) ให้มาอยู่ในบ้านหลังเดียวกัน
โจทย์ที่สองที่คนมีพี่น้องค่อยๆ เรียนรู้ตั้งแต่ตอนเป็นวัยรุ่นไปจนถึงเป็นผู้ใหญ่ก็คือ แล้วเราจะอยู่ร่วมกับ "มนุษย์คนละดาว" อย่างไรให้มีความสุข การจะได้มาซึ่งคำตอบของโจทย์นี้ บางคนใช้เวลาทั้งชีวิต
ราวกับว่าเรามีพี่มีน้องที่ต่างกันก็เพื่อให้เราได้เรียนรู้ที่จะอยู่ร่วมกับคนที่แตกต่าง (มากน้อยก็ว่ากันไป) หนีไปไหนไม่ได้ ตัวอาจแยกจากกันบางเวลา แต่หัวใจมันผูกกันไปแล้ว
ไม่ชอบมัน แต่รักมัน
นี่คือแบบฝึกหัดความสัมพันธ์ในแบบที่ "คู่รัก" มอบให้ไม่ได้ เพราะความสัมพันธ์แบบคู่รักนั้นพร้อมจะ "บอกเลิก" กันได้เมื่อถึงจุดที่ทนไม่ไหว แต่พี่น้องจะไม่ยอมให้ความสัมพันธ์ไปถึงจุดนั้น เพราะเราต่างรู้กันว่าเราไม่มีวันเลิกเป็นพี่เป็นน้องกัน หรือหากต้องเลิกเป็นจริงๆ มันคงเป็นเรื่องที่น่าเศร้าที่สุดเรื่องหนึ่งในชีวิต เป็นแผลเป็นที่เหลือบไปเห็นทีไรก็เจ็บแปลบขึ้นมาทุกครั้ง
เราจึงประคับประคอง "ความต่าง" ด้วยทุกวิถีทางที่คิดออก
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เช่นนี้แล้ว การเป็นพี่น้องจึงไม่ใช่ความสนุกสวยงามแบบภาพฝัน ซึ่งหนังเรื่องนี้ก็ดีเหลือเกินที่ไม่ตอกย้ำภาพฝันนั้น หากมันคือการ "ทำงาน" แบบหนึ่ง เป็นการทำงานทางด้านจิตใจที่จะยอมรับและยอมรักคนที่แตกต่างจากเราได้ด้วยหัวใจ มิใช่ด้วยการตัดสินพิพากษาเขาด้วยมาตรฐานส่วนตัว
เราจะรักพี่หรือน้องเราได้ก็ต่อเมื่อเราไป "ยืนในรองเท้าของเขา" สวมรองเท้าเขา มองชีวิตจากมุมของเขา เงื่อนไขของเขา ประสบการณ์ที่หล่อหลอมมาของเขา แล้วจึงจะเข้าใจว่าทำไมเขาเป็นแบบนั้น ทำไมเขาคิดเช่นนั้น แล้วเราอาจต้องประหลาดใจด้วยซ้ำว่า ที่เขาเป็นแบบนั้น ส่วนหนึ่งก็เพราะเราเป็นแบบนี้
ความเข้าใจจะเกิดขึ้นเมื่อหมั่นสลับรองเท้ากันใส่ หมั่นแลกจุดยืนของกันและกัน แล้วเราจะไม่ตัดสินการกระทำของพี่หรือน้องด้วยจุดยืนของเราฝ่ายเดียว (เหมือนที่ "พี่ชัช" ในเรื่องตัดสินการช่วยเหลือของน้องสาวด้วยมุมมองของตัวเองในวันแต่งงาน)
พี่น้องเปิดโอกาสให้เรา "แลกรองเท้า" กันบ่อยกว่าความสัมพันธ์แบบอื่น ที่พร้อมจะให้อภัยน้อยกว่า
หลายครั้งผมคิดว่า ของขวัญมีค่าที่สุดที่พี่น้องจะมอบให้แก่กันไม่ใช่ข้าวของเลอเลิศอันใดเลย หากคือการให้อภัยกันด้วยหัวใจที่ไม่ติดค้าง อ้าแขนออกแล้วบอกว่า "ฉันโอเคกับความเป็นแก" แม้ในใจเราอาจอยากให้เขาเปลี่ยนแปลงไปในทางที่เราคิดว่าน่าจะดีกว่าที่เป็นอยู่ แต่นั่นอาจเป็นเพียงการตัดสินจากมาตรฐานส่วนตัวก็เป็นได้ การโอบกอดในสิ่งที่เขาเป็นนั้นอาจมีค่ามากกว่าการพยายามหยิบยื่นสิ่งที่ (เราคิดว่า) ดีให้แก่เขาด้วยซ้ำไป
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ผมชอบที่หนังไม่ได้จบที่การเปลี่ยนแปลง "ตัวตน" ของพี่หรือน้อง ทั้งสองยังเป็นแบบที่ตัวเองเป็น คนเราไม่ได้เปลี่ยนกันง่ายๆ
พี่น้องในเรื่องไม่ได้เปลี่ยน "ตัวตน" หากเข้าใจมากขึ้นว่าเราควรเป็นพี่น้องกันด้วยความรู้สึกแบบไหน
เปลี่ยนจากการแบกรับน้ำหนักของการเปรียบเทียบ จับจ้องแต่ความต่าง ก่นด่าในสิ่งที่อีกฝ่ายเป็น ให้กลายเป็นความปรารถนาดีต่อกัน
ใช่, ปรารถนาดีต่อกัน--เราอาจมีกันและกันเพื่อเรียนรู้สิ่งนี้
เราสามารถปรารถนาดีต่อกันได้โดยไม่ต้องถูกใจอีกฝ่ายไปเสียทุกเรื่อง และถ้าเราปรารถนาดีต่อเขา อยากเห็นเขามีความสุข เราอาจต้องยอมบางอย่าง เราอาจไม่จำเป็นต้องพยายามเปลี่ยนแปลงเขา เราเพียงดำเนินชีวิตข้างกันด้วยหัวใจที่เปี่ยมความคาดหวังให้อีกคนหนึ่งมีความสุขที่สุด
นี่คือบทเรียนเรื่อง "ความปรารถนาดีอย่างถูกวิธี" ที่พี่น้องสอนเรา
สิ่งที่พี่ชัชพูดกับหลาน (ลูกชายของน้องสาว) ในตอนท้ายเรื่องว่า "เป็นพี่แล้วนะ รักน้องให้มากๆ นะ" นั้นมีความหมายลึกซึ้งเมื่อตัวเขาเองได้ผ่านรอยปริแยกแห่งความสัมพันธ์ของพี่น้องมาแล้ว
"รักน้อง" นั้นแน่นอนอยู่แล้ว แต่ "รักยังไง" ต่างหากที่เราต้องใช้เวลาเนิ่นนานกว่าจะเรียนรู้
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หลังจากนั้นไม่กี่วัน พี่สาวก็ซื้อกับข้าวอร่อยๆ มาฝากป๊า แล้วทั้งครอบครัวก็นั่งล้อมวงกินข้าวพูดคุยกันตามปกติ
บ้านเรากลับมาเป็นปกติอีกครั้ง แต่จะว่าไปก็น่าถามถึงความหมายของคำว่า "ปกติ" มันอาจเป็นแบบที่พี่สาวหรือแจ้ของผมบอกไว้ก็เป็นได้ว่า การทะเลาะกันก็เป็นเรื่องปกติอย่างหนึ่งของคนในบ้าน
เราอาจทะเลาะกันเพื่อเรียนรู้วิธีที่จะอยู่ด้วยกัน ให้เราค่อยๆ สอบผ่านวิชา "ความปรารถนาดีอย่างถูกวิธี" ไปทีละขั้น เหมือนกันกับความสัมพันธ์ระหว่างผมกับพี่สาว ทุกวันนี้เราก็ยังเป็นมนุษย์คนละดาวซึ่งถูกเสก/สาบให้มาอยู่ในบ้านหลังเดียวกัน ไม่ได้ลงรอยไปเสียทั้งหมด แต่ยืนยันได้ว่าเรารักกันเสมอ
นี่คือสิ่งที่พี่สาวคนละดาวสอนผมโดยที่เธอไม่ได้พูด แต่ความสัมพันธ์บนความต่างอันยาวนานบอกใบ้ความลับของชีวิตบางอย่างกับผมว่า "การที่เราจะรักใครสักคน เราไม่จำเป็นต้องชอบทั้งหมดที่เขาเป็น"
ซึ่งความลับนี้อาจไม่ได้ใช้ได้เฉพาะกับ "พี่-น้อง" เท่านั้น
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ผมกับพี่เคยมีช่วงเวลาที่เราห่างจากกันและหยุดพูดคุยกันไป แต่แล้ววันหนึ่งเราก็กลับมาคุยกันอีกครั้ง
ความสัมพันธ์ของพี่น้องบางคู่ไม่หวานหอมหรอกครับ ใครที่มีความสัมพันธ์ราบเรียบกับพี่น้องก็นับว่าโชคดี แต่ผมเองก็คิดว่าตัวเองโชคดีอีกแบบหนึ่ง
ผมได้รู้จักความรักที่มีรสขม และผมก็เชื่อว่าพี่สาวของผมก็ได้ลิ้มรสนั้นจากความรักระหว่างเราเช่นกัน
ถ้าต่างกันขนาดนี้แล้วเรายังรักกันได้ ถึงวันหนึ่งบทเรียนนี้น่าจะแผ่ขยายพื้นที่หัวใจให้เรารักคนที่แตกต่างที่ต้องพบเจอในชีวิตได้อีกมากมายนัก
นี่อาจเป็นเหตุผลที่เราถูกเสกให้อยู่ในบ้านหลังเดียวกันมาตั้งแต่เด็ก
ผมรู้ดีว่าพี่รักผม และผมก็รักพี่ เราไม่ได้ชอบทั้งหมดที่อีกคนเป็น แต่เราค่อยๆ เรียนรู้ที่จะยอมรับในสิ่งที่เราไม่ชอบนั้น
ผมอยากชวนพี่ไปดูหนังเรื่องนี้ แต่ก็รู้ดีว่ามันคงจะดูแปลกๆ ยังไงก็เถอะ ผมเชื่อว่าถ้าพี่ได้ดูเค้าจะคิดถึงผม ฉากที่พี่น้องกอดกันตอนท้ายเรื่องคงแทนความรู้สึกระหว่างเราได้ดี
ระยะห่างระหว่างเรานั้นห่างกันมาก ขณะเดียวกันก็ใกล้ชิดกันมาก
จะมีความสัมพันธ์แบบไหนสอนเราได้เช่นนี้อีก
อย่าเชื่อว่าความรักจะมีแต่รสหวาน และอย่าเชื่อว่าความรักที่ไม่หวานนั้นไม่สวยงาม
มันสวยงามอีกแบบหนึ่ง
ก็เหมือนพี่หรือน้องของเรานั่นแหละ-เขาสวยงามในแบบเขา
และสิ่งที่เราควรทำที่สุดคือโอบกอดความสวยงามนั้น
#น้องพี่ที่รัก
#BrotherOfTheYear
Sister-Brother-Baby:
Love each other doesn't mean we have to like each other all.
(write to some content in the film)
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One time dad and sister (which I call jae) got into an argument. I tried to say something to two sides. Good night. I'm angry. All the reason. What my sister said back is " you don't have to mess with me. They live together. For decades, it will fade. We will come back to talk well as usual. Just not now " and the words I remember " no need to make a big deal. People in the house fight is normal "
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Yesterday, I watched "Brother-Brother-darling" without expecting the movie to focus on brother-sister relationship like this. But the more I sit and watch, the more I think about myself and my sister.
If you ask if the movie is fun. I say - there are jokes to laugh at. Most of them are cute and not grip. It should be because of sunny and yaya, especially sunny playing forgetful. Let's say he's handsome from this hugh grant step. He has already crossed to Jim Carrie's steps, but that's it - this movie is more than fun and I want to invite you to watch a lot.
I miss myself and my sister because the movie shows the difference " between these two extreme. My brother can't want to go anywhere. No mess. Keep going to survive with the day. The perfect sister. Good at studying, good job. Great Sports. These two lives are like sky and abyss.
Me and my sister are not this different, but there is a similar part of me. I am quite unorganized, free love while my sister is good at studying, organized with life, which I think most brothers always have "different" in their own way
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There is a word that "friends are relatives that we can choose they are" brothers are friends that we didn't choose and can't choose I was born, there is this person in our house with us. No matter what, we have to live with it. Many more years, maybe my whole life.
I can't change people. I can't stop being in relationship.
I believe that I often think in my heart, "if I could change this person, it would be good" but the point is - you can't change.
" Brother-sister " is a strange relationship. We don't choose to be together, but we have to endure each other. We don't like each other, but we have to live together for a long time that created " Bond " until it becomes a relationship. And it's " I don't like you but I love you
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In a family where one brother or brother has a super clear personality. The other will become the opposite side of that person.
Brother-sister is a mirror back to each other's side (part of them)
Being together for a long time. Brothers is a relationship that " Compare " unintentionally. Even in denial, we can't help but compare. Sometimes this comparison is so deep that we don't realize, but it influences " US "
If you were a student, at first, you would try to fight. But if you didn't do well, you would go to get good things right away, such as becoming crazy, Sports, crazy, art, game or something that is not about studying in grade card.
If your brother is very organized, you will be stubborn and break the rules. If you are diligent, you may act back. Sit and sleep comfortably. If you go to a good personality, you may run away from the funny way. Funny way, and more. Let's see brothers around. I will see a few "mirrors" like this.
We all influence each other.
Another saying is " we all create one another's identity
I often don't create another person like us, but it makes another person different from us because he wants to "run away" the other way, not to repeat the way. I won't let you over the way.
Brother-sister is the first problem of our life that we have to find. What kind of "we will" do on our path. If we can't fight with another person on the road, there is still any way to go. Finding a solution like this over and over again. The handsome one who we are " to be the way we were when we were growing up.
And this kind of turning back that slowly creates the "opposite couple" in the two of us slowly spread us apart. Slowly makes us a different world and it's possible that -- slowly makes us understand each other less.
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5
Look at my brother, I see that he is on another planet. We are human beings who are made (or) to be in the same house.
The second problem that people have siblings slowly learn from teenagers to mature. How can we live with "different stars" to be happy to get the answer to this problem. Some people spend their whole life.
As if we have different brothers, so that we can learn to live with different people (no matter how much we say). We can't go anywhere. We may be separated for some time, but our hearts are tied.
Don't like it but love it
This is the kind of relationship training that " couples " can't give because couples are ready to " break up " when it comes to the point where they can't stand it, but brothers won't let the relationship reach that point because we both know that we will never stop being brother. Sister or if you have to stop being, it would be the saddest thing in life. It's a scar that I see it, it hurts every time.
So we support "the difference" in every way we can figure out.
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6
Like this, being a sibling is not a fun, beautiful dream. This movie is so good not to remind that dream. If it is to "work" a mental work to accept and love someone who is different from us with the heart. Not by judgement, judge him by personal standards.
We can only love my brother or brother when we go to "Stand in his shoes" wearing shoes. He looks at life from his angle. His condition. His handsome experience, then you will understand why he is like that. Why he thinks so. We may even be surprised that he is because we are.
Understanding will happen when switching shoes to exchange each other's stand and we will not judge the actions of brother or brother by one side. (like "brother chor cuddle hours" in judging sister's help with their own perspective in Wedding day)
Brothers open the opportunity for us to "exchange shoes" more often than other relationships that are less ready to forgive.
Many times, I think that the most valuable gift that brothers will give to each other, not a great thing. If it is to forgive each other with a heart that doesn't owe each other with open arms and say "I'm okay with you" even in our hearts, we may want him to change. In a way we think it's better than we are, but that may be just judging by personal standards. Embracing who he is is more valuable than trying to give him what (we think) is good.
...
7
I like that the movie doesn't end at changing "who" of both of you or sisters. It's still the way they are. People don't change easily.
Brothers and sisters don't change "who they are" if you understand what kind of feelings we should be brothers.
Change from carrying the weight of comparison, but the difference, cursing what the other is to be best wishes for each other.
Yes, wish for each other -- we may have each other to learn this
We can wish to be good to each other without liking the other. and if we wish to be good for him happy, we may have to give up something. We may not have to try to change him. We just live beside each other with a heart. Expectation for one another to be the happiest
This is the lesson about "best wishes" that brothers teach us.
What brother chor cuddle said to the grandchild (sister's son) at the end, "I am a brother now. I love you very much" is a deep meaning when he has passed the cremation of brothers relationship.
" love you " is for sure, but " how to love " is what we take a long time to learn.
...
8
After a few days, my sister bought some delicious rice for dad. Then the whole family sat around the band, eating and talking as usual.
Our house is back to normal again, but it's nice to ask about the meaning of " normal it may be the way my sister or jae said. Fighting is normal for people in the house.
We may fight to learn how to be together. Let us gradually pass the "best wishes" class. Same step by step with the relationship between me and my sister. Nowadays we are still human beings who are made / scalmed / scalmed in the same house. Not all the marks, but I can confirm that we always love each other.
This is what a different star sister taught me without saying, but a long relationship. Hints some secrets of life to me, "to love someone, we don't have to like all that they are"
This secret may not only be used with "Brother-sister"
...
9
My brother and I used to have a time when we were apart and stopped talking to each other. But then one day we came back to talk again.
Some brothers relationship is not sweet and fragrant. Anyone who has a smooth relationship with brothers is lucky. But I think I am lucky.
I have known bitter love, and I believe my sister also tasted it from our love.
If it's this different, we can still love each other until one day. This lesson should spread our heart space to love many different people who have to meet in life.
Maybe this is why we were conjured in the same house since we were young.
I know that you love me, and I love you. I don't like all that the other person is, but we slowly learn to accept what we don't like.
I want to invite you to watch this movie, but I know that it will look strange. I believe that if you watch it, they will miss me. The scene where brothers hug each other at the end, the story will replace our feelings.
The distance between us is so far apart, meanwhile, very close.
What kind of relationship can teach us like this?
Don't believe that love is only sweet and don't believe that love is not sweet.
It's beautiful in another way.
Just like our brother or brother - he is beautiful in his way.
And all we should do is embrace that beauty
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Continue ReadingSister-Brother-Baby:
Love each other doesn't mean we have to like each other all.
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One time dad and sister (which I call jae) got into an argument. I tried to say something to two sides. Good night. I'm angry. All the reason. What my sister said back is " you don't have to mess with me. They live together. For decades, it will fade. We will come back to talk well as usual. Just not now " and the words I remember " no need to make a big deal. People in the house fight is normal "
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2
Yesterday, I watched "Brother-Brother-darling" without expecting the movie to focus on brother-sister relationship like this. But the more I sit and watch, the more I think about myself and my sister.
If you ask if the movie is fun. I say - there are jokes to laugh at. Most of them are cute and not grip. It should be because of sunny and yaya, especially sunny playing forgetful. Let's say he's handsome from this hugh grant step. He has already crossed to Jim Carrie's steps, but that's it - this movie is more than fun and I want to invite you to watch a lot.
I miss myself and my sister because the movie shows the difference " between these two extreme. My brother can't want to go anywhere. No mess. Keep going to survive with the day. The perfect sister. Good at studying, good job. Great Sports. These two lives are like sky and abyss.
Me and my sister are not this different, but there is a similar part of me. I am quite unorganized, free love while my sister is good at studying, organized with life, which I think most brothers always have "different" in their own way
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3
There is a word that "friends are relatives that we can choose they are" brothers are friends that we didn't choose and can't choose I was born, there is this person in our house with us. No matter what, we have to live with it. Many more years, maybe my whole life.
I can't change people. I can't stop being in relationship.
I believe that I often think in my heart, "if I could change this person, it would be good" but the point is - you can't change.
" Brother-sister " is a strange relationship. We don't choose to be together, but we have to endure each other. We don't like each other, but we have to live together for a long time that created " Bond " until it becomes a relationship. And it's " I don't like you but I love you
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4
In a family where one brother or brother has a super clear personality. The other will become the opposite side of that person.
Brother-sister is a mirror back to each other's side (part of them)
Being together for a long time. Brothers is a relationship that " Compare " unintentionally. Even in denial, we can't help but compare. Sometimes this comparison is so deep that we don't realize, but it influences " US "
If you were a student, at first, you would try to fight. But if you didn't do well, you would go to get good things right away, such as becoming crazy, Sports, crazy, art, game or something that is not about studying in grade card.
If your brother is very organized, you will be stubborn and break the rules. If you are diligent, you may act back. Sit and sleep comfortably. If you go to a good personality, you may run away from the funny way. Funny way, and more. Let's see brothers around. I will see a few "mirrors" like this.
We all influence each other.
Another saying is " we all create one another's identity
I often don't create another person like us, but it makes another person different from us because he wants to "run away" the other way, not to repeat the way. I won't let you over the way.
Brother-sister is the first problem of our life that we have to find. What kind of "we will" do on our path. If we can't fight with another person on the road, there is still any way to go. Finding a solution like this over and over again. The handsome one who we are " to be the way we were when we were growing up.
And this kind of turning back that slowly creates the "opposite couple" in the two of us slowly spread us apart. Slowly makes us a different world and it's possible that -- slowly makes us understand each other less.
...
5
Look at my brother, I see that he is on another planet. We are human beings who are made (or) to be in the same house.
The second problem that people have siblings slowly learn from teenagers to mature. How can we live with "different stars" to be happy to get the answer to this problem. Some people spend their whole life.
As if we have different brothers, so that we can learn to live with different people (no matter how much we say). We can't go anywhere. We may be separated for some time, but our hearts are tied.
Don't like it but love it
This is the kind of relationship training that " couples " can't give because couples are ready to " break up " when it comes to the point where they can't stand it, but brothers won't let the relationship reach that point because we both know that we will never stop being brother. Sister or if you have to stop being, it would be the saddest thing in life. It's a scar that I see it, it hurts every time.
So we support "the difference" in every way we can figure out.
...
6
Like this, being a sibling is not a fun, beautiful dream. This movie is so good not to remind that dream. If it is to "work" a mental work to accept and love someone who is different from us with the heart. Not by judgement, judge him by personal standards.
We can only love my brother or brother when we go to "Stand in his shoes" wearing shoes. He looks at life from his angle. His condition. His handsome experience, then you will understand why he is like that. Why he thinks so. We may even be surprised that he is because we are.
Understanding will happen when switching shoes to exchange each other's stand and we will not judge the actions of brother or brother by one side. (like "brother chor cuddle hours" in judging sister's help with their own perspective in Wedding day)
Brothers open the opportunity for us to "exchange shoes" more often than other relationships that are less ready to forgive.
Many times, I think that the most valuable gift that brothers will give to each other, not a great thing. If it is to forgive each other with a heart that doesn't owe each other with open arms and say "I'm okay with you" even in our hearts, we may want him to change. In a way we think it's better than we are, but that may be just judging by personal standards. Embracing who he is is more valuable than trying to give him what (we think) is good.
...
7
I like that the movie doesn't end at changing "who" of both of you or sisters. It's still the way they are. People don't change easily.
Brothers and sisters don't change "who they are" if you understand what kind of feelings we should be brothers.
Change from carrying the weight of comparison, but the difference, cursing what the other is to be best wishes for each other.
Yes, wish for each other -- we may have each other to learn this
We can wish to be good to each other without liking the other. and if we wish to be good for him happy, we may have to give up something. We may not have to try to change him. We just live beside each other with a heart. Expectation for one another to be the happiest
This is the lesson about "best wishes" that brothers teach us.
What brother chor cuddle said to the grandchild (sister's son) at the end, "I am a brother now. I love you very much" is a deep meaning when he has passed the cremation of brothers relationship.
" love you " is for sure, but " how to love " is what we take a long time to learn.
...
8
After a few days, my sister bought some delicious rice for dad. Then the whole family sat around the band, eating and talking as usual.
Our house is back to normal again, but it's nice to ask about the meaning of " normal it may be the way my sister or jae said. Fighting is normal for people in the house.
We may fight to learn how to be together. Let us gradually pass the "best wishes" class. Same step by step with the relationship between me and my sister. Nowadays we are still human beings who are made / scalmed / scalmed in the same house. Not all the marks, but I can confirm that we always love each other.
This is what a different star sister taught me without saying, but a long relationship. Hints some secrets of life to me, "to love someone, we don't have to like all that they are"
This secret may not only be used with "Brother-sister"
...
9
My brother and I used to have a time when we were apart and stopped talking to each other. But then one day we came back to talk again.
Some brothers relationship is not sweet and fragrant. Anyone who has a smooth relationship with brothers is lucky. But I think I am lucky.
I have known bitter love, and I believe my sister also tasted it from our love.
If it's this different, we can still love each other until one day. This lesson should spread our heart space to love many different people who have to meet in life.
Maybe this is why we were conjured in the same house since we were young.
I know that you love me, and I love you. I don't like all that the other person is, but we slowly learn to accept what we don't like.
I want to invite you to watch this movie, but I know that it will look strange. I believe that if you watch it, they will miss me. The scene where brothers hug each other at the end, the story will replace our feelings.
The distance between us is so far apart, meanwhile, very close.
What kind of relationship can teach us like this?
Don't believe that love is only sweet and don't believe that love is not sweet.
It's beautiful in another way.
Just like our brother or brother - he is beautiful in his way.
And all we should do is embrace that beauty
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#BrotherOfTheYearTranslated
sibling meaning 在 Bubzvlogz Youtube 的精選貼文
Hello Youtube Family,
Today’s Vlog:
Incompetent Father?
Sibling Love,
Kiss Fail,
How We Raise Isaac
Today is officially Isaac's 3rd birthday!!! Wow, I remember announcing our first pregnancy not too long ago. Time sure is fast when you're having fun. I've been meaning to upload this vlog for a while but just haven't been able to as we have had guests staying with us constantly this month. It's been wonderful but it just means we have been neglecting you guys just a bit. We expect vlogs to be back to normal very soon again. For now, we hope you enjoy this one because it's a cute one.
Regarding Isaac again, believe me- we show you guys what we want you to see. Remember, everything you see in our vlogs is like a highlight reel so please don't compare your behind the scenes with our highlights. Trust me, he whinges more than you know and that's okay! He's a toddler after all!
Love, the Bubz family xo
Ayla- 5 weeks
Isaac- 3 years old
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sibling meaning 在 bubzbeauty Youtube 的精選貼文
Hello Youtube Family,
My brother and I do the ‘Not My Arms’ makeup challenge. Whoever created this challenge designed it for major failure but Ricky actually did a lot better than I expected. Still impressed that he said “contour palette” rather than bronzer. As I type this, I'm missing him so much. I had to fly back to sort out legal documents/home stuff before our big move back to the UK. I spent almost every single day with him. He'll always be my baby brother.
I spent the past 2 days feeling emotional with all the recent tragedies happening around the globe. It made me realise how dark the world can be. I was praying and praying but I couldn't help but feel hopeless. I know a lot of you must be feeling gloom with a cloud over your head. I hope this makes you smile even for a bit. Never take each day for granted no matter how mundane it may seem. As I tuck myself in bed each night, I realise how lucky I am to go to bed with a full belly, safe and sheltered. Life is fragile. Don't be afraid to remind your loved ones how much they mean to you. Do all the things that give you meaning. No matter how short or long your life is- you will know you spent it worthwhile.
Ps. Now I know how I will look with big arms and tattoos.
Check out my brother’s youtube channel here:
http://www.youtube.com/rikehtube
In fact, here's the comedy video we made together. Momo is back!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-PRlqxaFo4
Thank you for watching!!
Love, Bubz xo
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