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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Oh, That Temper!


My Dear Son,

You certainly have a temper going there, hey. You just have to have your way. And I just have to find a way of gently throwing that temper out the window. Your Mama (maternal granny) says you get your stubbornness from me. Your Daadi (paternal granny) says she could see your feisty temper way back when you were admitted to the hospital. You were very temperamental then already, yes. Very impatient too, even with the nurses. You would scream at them if they took a second too long to cup feed you. You would throw the cup out of their hands when you became frustrated. One sister in particular called you ‘little old man’. She tried real hard to help us get you to latch, but you would just scream whenever you got near my breasts. Her last attempt kind of worked though. And I think this somewhat initiated the process of you eventually latching. She inserted into your mouth a syringe or pipe with expressed breast milk, while simultaneously getting you to latch. Alhamdulilah, now you can’t get enough of breast milk (just as your Daadi predicted) so much so that I had to train you to not sleep on the breasts. Sometimes you still get your way.

May that temper vanish into your toddler years. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy