Marine

Much as I revel in outdoor activities, I must confess that I am not amphibious, and mostly stay on land.

When my friend recommended a marine science camp, I didn't hesitate. Wouldn't it be a good idea to learn something new with my daughter? The backpacks, after all, are quite the same as those for hiking; we simply needed to buy a pair of water shoes for each of us in the family.

We learned new techniques like kayak and dragon boat paddling in a basin-like inner harbour. The water was somewhat murky and didn't look exactly like a mirror. We tried snorkeling but didn't have clear view. It's hard to believe, however, that we saw much more in the same place at night. Remarkably, sea life was dazzling to see after dark - with flashlight. Shining a light through water off the pier showed us loads of aquatic animals. We didn't simply find mangrove crabs or shrimps; we learned about new species like spotted scat. That isn't an uncommon fish, but it's new to a novice like me.

To further unlock the mystery of underwater world, we were taught to scoop up a bucket of seawater and watch under magnifying glass. That's how we came to meet copepods, one of the most abundant animal plankton in the ocean. The whole experience of their apparition seemed surreal. Those tiny, shrimp-like crustaceans, with a teardrop-shaped body and large antennae, introduce us a whole new world.

I saw my daughter excited by the magical appeal of marine life and I knew she felt elated.

So did I.

Love

The birth of my daughter, Jasmine, has changed my life in ways I cannot express. The moment Jasmine came into our lives, neither my wife nor I has allowed ourselves to be our top priorities. There's so much we want for our daughter, so much we talk about our daughter, so much we stand up for our daughter.

Being a parent is not about who brings up the smartest kid, owns the biggest house, or throws the most lavish birthday party. What really matters, dare I say it, is love. I was reassured that's the true answer when my daughter came home from his summer camp this weekend.

Soon after her excursion, my daughter would share with us her story of kayaking, dolphin watching, sand castle building and even television broadcasting. As we talked more about the camp activities, our conversation switched to the topic of her classmates.

"Our camp leader asked if this is the first time we're away from parents - if we don't count going to school. Some of us said yes," Jasmine continued. "Only thing is, I just reckoned quite a lot of my classmates said hooray to have been out of the radar of parents. They don't love their moms or dads. Unbelievable."

"Mind-boggling," my daughter kept repeating, apropos of dislike about parents. "That's almost as unbelievable as finding a kid who hates ice-cream."

I don't know the answer to my daughter's question, but I know very well I will continue to work hard on being the best father and husband I can be.

Refugee

Take a few minutes to recall the photograph of the three-year-old Syrian refugee boy, Alan Kurdi, lying dead on the shore with his face turned to one side, and that image immediately pulls at our heartstrings. The image stuck with me and still haunted me three years after it made global headlines. That's a disheartening picture I'd never imagine sharing with my daughter. I might have fallen prey to unhealthy overprotective parental style - but who won't?

At the same time, I know I should not hide all news stories from my school-age kid. For example, I am not terrified of talking about twelve Thai boys and their soccer coach who were trapped inside a flooded cave. What makes this story even less scary is that they have now been rescued. Phew.

When it comes to teaching kids to face fears, the best way is explore the subject with a picture book written in a simple, child-friendly way. If you want to explore the subject of refugees with children - and there are good reasons to do so even if you aren't asylum seekers - the award-winning book My Name is Not Refugee is a must. After reading this book with my daughter last night, I've come to realize how a much-needed storyteller can create a comfortable read and yet with a just-right level of tension.

Parable

Parables have a way of creeping into our learning - they're going to stick deeper and longer than any lecture.

Most of the time, without our even realizing it, we've learnt profound lessons after listening to the story of two mice who lost their cheese in a maze. Or that of a Samaritan who happened to bump into a traveler who had been beaten up.

Storytelling holds the key to a good teacher, and works wonder with children and adults alike. Consider the parable from The Napkin, the Melon & the Monkey, a book I've read this week. Here you'll meet Olivia, a new hire at a customer service call centre. Open any page of her diary and you'll find a stressed-out working mom who is messed up with her sons' fight at home and the barrage of angry calls from frustrated customers at workplace.

"Hopeless," Olivia cried, and shook her head. She said the word as if it were a synonym for life. "Are we doomed to just stumble through life unhappy and confused?"

Then she learned an important "aha" from her call centre colleague. "For the ten problems of life - family troubles, work problems and money worries, finding your way in the world - I have no solution. But you have an eleventh problem. For that one I have help."

What's that eleventh problem? "The eleventh problem is your view that you should not have the ten problems. You can never get away from life's problems. Thinking that you can will always make you want to run from your life."

All of which is to say that we will be fooling ourselves when we think that we can have a life without problems. I could almost see a lightbulb appearing above Olivia's head when she nodded, "I get it: the key to a happy life is accepting that problems are simply a part of it."