MCS

It is a human nature that we like life to be easy.We love less hassle.

One guilt-ridden yummy mummy in her blog, has pledge to be a good mother to her baby that she has yet to name. First sign of bad parenting.Susah benau ke nak bagi nama anak? We are all not in a hurry to emulate Johor Royal Clan who named their babies with all the names they can think about.Eh...nanti masa buat IC, takde masaalah ke Tuanku? Nobody expect you to name your baby Siti Nur Jamilah Fatimah Sabariah Maimunah Habibah Angelina Jolie binti Bapakdia. I'm sure there's so many names that you can just pick up from the thin air that you breathe...so, apa lagi?

Well, begitulah nasib second baby kan? Just because we don't fuss and suss, orang pikir kita ni tak kisah.If only you know what is inside...

I am the second child in my family. I am a very quiet child. I am contented wearing and playing 2nd hand clothes and toys, inherited from my eldest brother a.k.a anak pertama yang sungguh dinanti-nanti kehadirannya. I doubt that I am the 'unplanned' baby (I detest the term accident, demi menghormati perasaanku sendiri) because, although I don't get lots of fuss and attention, I am still my father's favourite (kata my mother lah...agaknya, after my brother mendurhaka, barulah dia terperasan betapa anaknya yang selalu tak banyak songeh ni adalah sebutir permata dalam lumpur (ceh..rasa nak muntah aku)

I can't remember creating a big drama when I was growing up. I go to school, I opted for kasut $ 7.99 Badminton Master tapak hijau and not Aliph (this kasut are so expensive those days) , I settled for 2B pencil and not that fancy mechanical pencil. My eldest brother were happily flashing away his magnetic pencil case with pintu depan belakang and I used the metal one that you have you press open.

I never complained.Never.I get what is given. My only demand was Dewan Pelajar. Sungguhlah low maintenance nya. My brother when to that all boy school near Tunku Durah's School. My parents visited him regularly with lauk pauk and pocket money. He seems to get everything he asked for. He behaved like he was so hard done by.Menyampah gila betul I dengan dia masa tu...his problems at school becomes our problems at home.My father was working in Karachi at that time, but made time to sort his problem from afar. My brother left that school after 2 years...I secretly think that it was my parents excessive intervention that caused him to behave like he owns the world.

I went into boarding school after that.The trauma he caused the family while he was living in the hostel taught me that, okay..I'm not going to be like him.I am not going to give my parents any stress.Even sekolah and senior-senior I macam celaka,I still tell my parents that I'm okay,walaupun tiap-tiap malam,air mata ku berchuchuran githooo.....

My mother was working fulltime when we were little, and you can imagine how difficult life must be for her dengan anak-anak yang menciak-ciak and dengan seorang laki yang tak nak menolong but suka memerintah aje. Obviously, a child like me is a bless for her.The less fuss I make, the better. She can focus on other things like masak,basuh kain, pergi kerja etc.She hardly ever have time to rest, apatah lagi nak bermesra dengan anak-anak. But she gave everything she could and she still does.

I think I grow up on my own. I have a parents but because I was too independent, I was let to do my own thinking and ocassionally left to my own devices. My brother behaved badly that I vowed not to impose so much demand to my 'poor' parents. However, all those years left me feeling sidelined and abandoned. It took a long journey in a personal teraphy to make me realised that my mother loves me the same she loves the others.

One of my work colleague was moaning about her daughter and quoted the 'middle child syndrome' words. I told her, you know what, she will be realiable one amongst your others because she had learned to fend for herself since she can remember. You better pray that she will not go far,far from you.

I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe just to let you know there is some people out there yang tak suka buat kecoh, tak pandai nak mintak-mintak and would rather diam than berkeriau making a point or seeking attention.

And I am one of them...and I am a middle child.