A Truth of Myself

I was born in Surabaya (according to my kids, a long, long, loooong time ago.) I was a perfectly normal kid who collected coins, invented imaginary friends, ate junk food, and wrote stories about people and places that were far more interesting than real life.

In grade school I often heard the phrase, “Reyza spends a lot of time talking and daydreaming instead of doing her work.” It wasn’t until the 5th grade that teachers started saying, “Reyza spends a lot of time talking instead of doing her work, but she comes up with creative stories.” I took that as a green light to continue talking and telling stories. It sure beat the heck out of learning my times tables.

In January 2013 I got married and started having kids. Arsya was born in the last month in 2013, followed by Arsy. Yes, I know their names sounds like twin girls. Yes, I did it on purpose. Yes, they’re all mine. Yes, they have the same father. Yes, I know what causes that. 

With 2 kids, I considered myself a parenting expert which I practice my juggling skills daily. On any given day, I can be found working in an elementary school, lying my head on my desk in the class, taking one child to piano, violin and guitar practices, dropping off another at school, making dinner, going to the grocery store, running away from cockroaches, taking pictures, cleaning up muddy footprints, digging my way out of a Mount Everest sized pile of laundry, taking a child to the ER, drinking large quantities of water, searching for decent pizza, and trying to invent a cloning device, a teleportation machine, and a coffee.