Oooooh, that Temper!


My Dear Son,

It seems that temper hasn’t left since your infant days, or is it resurfacing? A few days ago, you learnt what it means to sit. Usually – if you’re not in your feeding chair, which is quite often since you started walking – you stand around me clumsily when I’ve got food, sometimes almost knocking the food over or causing a mess, while waiting for me to put the next spoonful in your mouth. So, the other day, I thought it’s high time you learn to sit and eat. And, Alhamdullah, it just took a few seconds to teach it to you! Within seconds, you got the message that you needed to sit before I’d put food in your mouth. How happy was I! But… now… that temper… and stubbornness. The next  day, you actually made me doubt whether you really understood the whole concept and association of meaning because you just refused to sit. I said, “Sit” and you just would not. As soon as I began thinking maybe you didn’t actually grasp the concept after all, while, at the same time – in the hope that you might sit – saying, “Sit. sit. sit”… What did you then go and do? You gave a big squealing shout in annoyance, plopped yourself down in frustration, accepted the food in your mouth, then got up again leaving your mother in amazement. Now that’s attitude. At fourteen and a half months. So, all along you were just being stubborn. Oh, and that temper! I wonder where you inherited that from? Definitely not from your father.These days I’m beginning to see the truth in what they say about children understanding more than what we think they do! Eish!

May Allah, Most Compassionate, erase that little temper as the years go, and may Allah, Most Patient, bless me with the patience to know how to handle your different temperaments and tantrums. Ameen!

With love,

Mommy

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Teacher and Learner


My Dear Son,

Patience. Beautiful patience. I make dua that I truly learn the lessons you teach me about patience.

Right now the biggest test of patience for me is changing you nappy, then having you undressed and dressed, then accepting your phase of absolute NOISE. May Allah instil sabr in me. Ameen.

Indeed, you are more of a teacher to me now than I am to you. May I heed the lessons you teach. Ameen.

On a lighter note, as you play, I often think about the kind of learner you are. So, I want to note a few things for the future. You have this deep concentration, with a frown on your forehead, when you’re playing and trying to figure out something, like fitting a new container and lid. You like to have someone present, even slilently present, when you’re playing. If you’re not sure about how to do something with a particular toy or item, or if you want me to play with you, you nicely offer me the toy, as if saying “Show me” or “Play with me” :). If it is something you don’t yet understand, you offer me the toy again and again to see how I do it until you understand and are able to do it. Otherwise, you give it a break and maybe try a bit later. I often have to show you different ways of playing with your toys or get excited about your toys before you do. You get excited about doing something you know you shouldn’t, like going for the TV, TV plugs, going into the bathroom, unrolling the toilet paper…

MashaAllah, you have a brilliant mind subhanaAllah. May we always find ways to feed your curiosity. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy

Oh, Patience, Where are You?


My Dear Son,

Today was just one of those days when I just needed some time to myself but you would not let me step away from you to even use the toilet! You literally hang on my dress, and bang and hang on the bathroom door, moaning and demanding my full attention. And when I say full attention, I mean FULL ATTENTION. So, today, Mommy hasn’t had a bath, hasn’t changed her clothes, hasn’t brushed her teeth, hasn’t cleaned the house… and she’s holding on to that little bit of patience.

Alhamdulilah, the day’s come to an end now as I hold you in my arms and watch you drift off to Dreamland. Aaah, some quietude. And now I suddenly miss you being awake… clingy and naggy, but with that magical smile when I look your way. And now I feel horrible for my annoyance and little patience. 😦

I think what’s missing is a solid schedule. Since we came to Arabia, your routine has faded more and more and now it’s lost in the desert. We have to get that routine back. And I have to make you take your naps so that I can take a break. So, tonight, your father and I will work out more structure to your days and find a way to make you so exhausted by nighttime that you sleep well. InshaAllah.

May Allah, Most Merciful, increase me in patience and inspire me with innovative ideas to create a full, fun-filled routine to your days. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy

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Patience, patience, patience


My Dear Son,

Today you test my patience more than other days, I think.

Patience, patience, patience. Shoo! I need a lot of that sometimes. Never-ending roly-polies, sleep protests, feeding tantrums… You are just developing. I know this.  Alhamdulilah. I just have to keep reminding myself. And I just have to find a way to clean your dirty bum quickly before you roll the other way, and then the other way. I just have to find a way of quickly getting you at the right time. I guess I haven’t yet fully learned the lesson on timing, hey, or maybe it’s more about speed. Either way, indeed, you are a test from Allah, Most Merciful.

May I never lose my patience with you. Or if I do, may you never know it. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy