Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? 195
The rabbit returned home and began to set specific goals.
Swim 100 times a day.
Eat six meals a day.
At first, he was exhausted after swimming only 10 times.
But he worked hard to gradually achieve his goals and succeeded in doing it 50 times.
“Ah. It’s so hard. Should I rest a little? No. Let’s do it just one more time.”
On days when it was too hard, he didn’t rest and just did it once.
And a month later.
The race between the rabbit and the turtle began.
The turtle said confidently.
“You think you can beat me in just one month? Haha. There’s no way that’s possible.”
The rabbit didn’t listen to the turtle and focused solely on himself.
“Never give up. Believe in what you’ve done so far. Trust this feeling.”
The turtle smirked as he watched him.
He was sure of his victory.
And the race began.
The rabbit and the turtle started at the same time. The turtle quickly took the lead.
The rabbit silently moved his arms as he watched him.
“To win, I need to conserve my energy. Keep up.”
The rabbit swam closely behind the turtle.
It’s easier for the person following behind when swimming in front.
The rabbit had been thinking about all the ways to beat the turtle.
This is what a specific goal is!
The turtle didn’t know that and was happily swimming.
And when the final destination, the rock, came into sight, he was sure of his victory.
“Yes! I won like this!”
“It’s not over until it’s over.”
From behind, the rabbit used all the strength he had saved up. He started to come out quickly.
The turtle, who didn’t know that, was embarrassed to see the rabbit coming in front of him.
“Huh? Huh?! When did you catch up to here?! What, that stamina?!”
“It’s not stamina. It’s because I didn’t give up until the end.”
The rabbit swam with the thought that he could collapse as soon as he passed this moment.
And his hand touched the rock.
The rabbit came up on the rock and shouted to the sky.
“I won! I won! I did it!”
The rabbit was even happier to have beaten himself than to have beaten the turtle.
He had really achieved a victory that seemed impossible.
What the rabbit did was set a specific goal, think of a way, and believe in himself.
The victory is valuable not because you beat others, but because you beat yourself.
The rabbit said to the turtle, who looked dejected.
“You didn’t lose to me. You lost to yourself.”
Carelessness caused your defeat. So…….
“You go. Hawaii!”
“No way~!”
That’s how the turtle leaves Gwangalli Beach [a famous beach in Busan, South Korea] and goes to Hawaii.
The rabbit cherishes the experience he has had and lives a winning day every day. The end.
As the teacher closed the sketchbook, Hana raised her hand.
“Teacher. What does the turtle do in Hawaii?”
“The turtle also reflects on his defeat and becomes a successful swimmer in Hawaii.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“Wow. The turtle did well too.”
“Of course. Of course. You can do anything if you do what the rabbit did.”
“Wow. Hana wants to be an idol [a pop star].”
“Yes. If you want to be an idol, you have to practice singing, right?”
“Hana goes to singing class. Hehe.”
The teacher stroked Hana’s hair.
The reason I told you this story today is to teach children how to do things if they have something they want to achieve.
When you set a goal, you think of a way.
You practice executing it and not giving up even a little bit.
Take even one step a day.
That becomes a habit of taking one step towards achieving your goal.
That means you shouldn’t skip even one exercise today just because it’s late.
“Now. Then, everyone, tell me something you want to try. Let’s think of specific ways together.”
It was important to let the children think about it once.
It was important to try even if they couldn’t think of it now.
Seung-joon was the first to speak.
“I want to be good at UFO shooting [a type of target shooting game]. So I’m going to play soccer on the weekends.”
“How many hours?”
“Teacher. Soccer is naturally 90 minutes.”
“Oh? I see. Sorry. I didn’t know it was 90 minutes.”
I didn’t expect such a specific number to come out.
That wasn’t the end.
“I’m going to make a Thunder Three club and use it. You can train for soccer according to what Si-hyuk hyung [older brother/male friend] says. That way, you can do UFO shooting.”
“That’s quite specific?”
“Yes!”
I didn’t expect the story to go as far as creating a club and doing systematic training.
Oh? This isn’t it? Shouldn’t I teach them a little more, ‘Can’t you think like this?’?
But something went wrong.
Next up was Jong-soo.
“I study at home. They say you have to do well in advance to go to a good school. I read one book a day. My mom reads it to me, but I can read simple things. And.”
Jong-soo’s mother! Aren’t you doing too much early education?
The teacher changed the target because it didn’t go as expected.
“Si-ha. Si-ha, do you have any goals?”
“Ah! Hyung! Si-ha. Red hyung dae [wants to be a cool older brother].”
“Ah~ You want to be a cool hyung. I knew Si-ha would say that. Then, what ways are there to become a cool hyung?”
Si-ha started to worry, pointing to his temple with his index finger.
Worry. Worry.
Since a lot of time passed, the teacher.
“Si-ha. Should I help you a little?”
“No. Si-ha can do it. Believe. Believe. Rabbit guraesseo [said]. Believe.”
“Oh. Yeah. The rabbit said that. Believe. But wouldn’t it be better to get help?”
“No. Si-ha can do it.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Time flies.
Other children started talking about the goals they had set.
And Si-ha let go of his posture as if he had come up with something.
“Oh! Si-ha. Did you think of something now?”
“Ah ah. Si-ha. Hae [will do it].”
“Huh? What are you doing?”
“Si-ha. Hyung. Jalhaesseo [did well]. Jalhaesseo. Hae [will do it]. Sseudam sseudam hae [pat pat].”
“Huh?”
“Si-ha hyung dae [wants to be like older brother].”
Si-hyuk, aren’t you just telling Si-ha that he’s doing too well every day?!
I made a fairy tale that gives a lesson after a long time, but it was children who didn’t understand as I expected.
But the teacher’s education remains in the hearts of the children.
***
I went to pick up Si-ha from daycare, and I feel strange today.
Is it because I’m going to do something new?
The sound of chatter is lively inside.
Maybe it’s just my imagination that the chatter sounds more excited than usual.
I stood in front of the shoe rack and called Si-ha.
“Si-ha. Hyung is here.”
“Hyung!!”
As usual, Si-ha runs to me and hugs me.
When I get this fluffy feeling, I know that today’s work is over.
Do fathers always get this feeling?
Looking at their children’s bright faces, they realize, ‘I’m off work,’ and feel their son’s firm hands in their arms.
A daughter may be more delicate than a son, so it may be a different feeling.
“Si-hyuk oppa [older brother].”
“Huh?”
“Me too!”
Hana came and stretched out her hands.
Hugging Hana feels different from Si-ha.
Yeah. This feeling. It feels like both arms are going to fall off.
Let’s float it moderately and put it down.
“Hyung.”
“Huh?”
Si-ha reaches out and strokes my bangs down.
“Jalhaesseo [did well]. Jalhaesseo.”
“Haha. What is that? Suddenly?”
“Si-ha. Hyung dae [wants to be like older brother]. Hyung gata [like older brother].”
“Are you doing it like hyung?”
“Ah ah [yes yes].”
I don’t know why he’s doing this suddenly, but I feel good.
This kind of opportunity doesn’t come easily.
I rubbed my face against Si-ha’s soft cheeks.
“Si-ha. You’re so cute.”
“Hyung. Giyeowo [cute].”
“Si-ha is the best.”
“Hyung. Chegoya [is the best].”
At this point, it’s almost copy and paste? Should I do it a little more?
I put Si-ha and Hana down.
“Si-ha. You worked hard today.”
“Hyung. Sugohae~ [You worked hard]”
“No. If you say it like that, it has a different meaning?”
“Ah? Is it different?”
“Yes…….”
I should stop playing and go home with Si-ha.
As I got up, the teacher ran over.
“Si-hyuk, you’re here? Here. Si-ha. The teacher packed your bag.”
“Gomawoyo~ [Thank you]”
“Hehe. Yeah. You’re getting good at attaching Yo [polite suffix] now?”
“Si-ha. Jalhae [does well]. Si-ha hyung dae [wants to be like older brother].”
“Yeah.”
I wondered what this meant since earlier, so I asked the teacher.
“Why is Si-ha suddenly like this?”
“Actually, I told you a fun story about specific goals today. So the kids are all setting goals they want to achieve and acting on them.”
“Ah, so.”
“Si-ha said he wanted to be like hyung.”
“Yes. I know. It’s a story Si-ha often tells.”
“Ah, I see. Well, if I had an oppa [older brother] like Si-hyuk, I might have said, ‘I want to be like oppa!'”
When Si-ha heard the teacher’s words, he was startled and hugged my leg tightly.
“Anya [no]. Hyung. Nae kko [mine]. Si-ha kkeoya [is Si-ha’s].”
“Keu. Yeah. Hyung is Si-ha’s. The teacher just imagined it for a moment.”
“Ah? Imagine?”
“Yes. Just imagine. It’s the same as the story the teacher made.”
“Ah ah.”
He nodded, but he didn’t let go of my leg.
I don’t think he’s let go of his suspicion of the teacher yet.
Then Hana said.
“Ah! I wish Si-hyuk oppa was my oppa too!”
“What?!”
Seung-joon, who was late to see Si-ha and me, stopped as if he had been greatly shocked.
Si-ha, who was attached to my leg like a cicada, was now wrapped around my leg.
“Then what about me?”
“Huh? Oppa is my oppa too, and Si-hyuk oppa is Hana’s oppa.”
“Anya [no]. Si-ha hyungya [is Si-ha’s older brother].”
Hana smiled and said to me.
“Si-hyuk oppa. Hana is learning to sing. Do you want to listen? Hana worked hard enough to become an idol.”
“Ah, really?”
“Yes!”
“Then I’ll listen with Si-ha.”
“Yes!”
Hana sings a song.
A nightingale-like tone echoes in the daycare center.
It was nice to see her singing hard.
It seemed like she had grown a little since she went to singing class, and it seemed like she was getting closer to that goal.
“Si-ha. Hyung claps when this happens.”
“Ah?”
When I clapped my hands to the rhythm of the song, Si-ha followed suit.
I might have worked hard to help Si-ha if he had said something like Hana, like an idol or an actor.
But since he says he wants to be a hyung, I have to teach him.
I have to act right so that Si-ha can act right.
How long will I remain a good hyung in front of Si-ha, who is learning from me?
Will he be disappointed when he sees a side of me that I don’t show him later?
I’m worried about that for no reason.
Because I’m not as clean as bleach.
Maybe the child is raising the adult once again.
“Si-ha.”
“Ah?”
“If hyung is doing something wrong, you can scold me. Okay?”
“Anya [no]. Red hyungya [is a cool older brother]. Hyung jalhae [does well]. Jalhaesseo [did well].”
“Hahaha.”
It seems like he’s imitating a cool figure who does everything well, rather than my personality.
Even so, I become Si-ha’s textbook and straighten my back.
“Ah! Si-hyuk oppa. You’re not listening!”
“No. I heard everything. Hana has completely changed? Didn’t the teacher tell you to put strength in your stomach when you sing this part? It all showed.”
“Wow! How did you know? Amazing!”
Hmm. Hana, you have a habit of putting your hand on your stomach when you put strength in it. High notes also come out of your throat.
“If you work hard, you’ll be an idol soon. Fighting.”
I stroked Hana’s hair.
Si-ha also stroked Hana’s hair, following me.
“Hana. Hating [fighting]!”
“Yes! Thank you. Si-ha.”
Seung-joon followed suit as if he couldn’t lose.
Our three strokes.
I don’t know what this scene is all about.
“Oh really! Hana’s hair is ruined!”
“Hahaha. Get ruined!”
“Gaechana [it’s okay]. Gaechana [it’s okay].”
“Hmm…….”
Everyone took their hands off.
Si-ha carefully combed Hana’s tangled hair with his fingers.
“Ike [comb]. Ike [comb].”
Then, a voice with more strength in his stomach than Hana’s was heard from behind.
“Hana! Sseom [something going on between two people] is not allowed!”
Hana and Si-ha tilted their heads, not knowing what that meant.
It’s okay for children to be close. What’s with the sseom…….
Thinking so, I turned around.
Oh Sang-hwan had a more desperate face than ever.
I don’t know what the other children’s goals are, but it seems that Professor Oh Sang-hwan’s goal has been set today.
Hana’s sseom is against it!
Well, that’s just a misunderstanding.
“Father. Calm down.”
Oh Sang-hwan looked at me.
“Who’s the father!”
Ah, this isn’t it?
Si-ha came to the front.
“Father! Jinjeong [calm down]!”
Oh Sang-hwan had a blank expression and muttered like this.
“I, I can’t allow it. I can’t hand over my hand.”
Geez. You’re going too far.