This is NOT what our meals look like.
Okay, I admit it. There is too much to do in one day. I could use like four extra hours to get everything done. But those hours have to come at night, when the girls are asleep so I can actually be productive. Of course, knowing myself, I will choose those hours to sleep. Wouldn't you?
I am a editor/contributor over at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/growmama. I hope you will check it out! It's reminiscent of my favorite blog of all time, NY Times' Motherlode, Adventures in Parenting. It's clear that my tastes in literature have changed in the past few years, thanks to having kids. Motherlode has been a welcome change. I always leave the blog feeling informed and for a moment, a bit smarter.
GrowMama is like Motherlode with an Islamic spin on it. I've loved reading it for years and jumped at the chance to become involved with it last year.
So here I am sharing with you my latest GrowMama post. I wish I had more time to write unique posts on both GrowMama and my own blog here. One day...
A Beautiful Moment
November 30, 2013
My husband and I had a beautiful moment the other day,
thanks to the kindness of a stranger. An event which at once beckoned us
to remember Allah and His infinite blessings on us, amidst the madness
that is often mealtime with kids. Those with children know exactly what I
am talking about.
We sat waiting for our breakfast at a favorite brunch spot,
when suddenly our two girls became nostalgic for their beloved
children’s song, one they ask for constantly and can never get enough
of. As they belted it out in unison, my husband and I looked down,
embarrassed that our firm commands to “zip it” were ignored. It was a
family restaurant, but still, this level of noise could not be
acceptable. Nearby sat an older gentleman, perhaps someone with his own
gaggle of grandkids off at school. But today he dined alone (and I
envied his solitude at that moment.) As he ate, he glared at our loud
chorus, while we gave him looks of apology.
When our food arrived, the girls were finally distracted from their performance and shifted their focus to the table.
About 15 minutes later, the gentleman stood up and gathered
his things to leave. As he neared our table he stopped and looked at us
both before he spoke. He didn’t look so pleased, so we braced
ourselves. We knew what was coming. We had thunk it ourselves before
having our own kids.
“I want to tell you…About your kids…”
Oh boy, here it comes.
“You two are so fortunate.”
And with that he walked away. Maybe he said something else, but my mind was frozen in time, mulling over his words.
What a wonderful surprise. Often in the day to day drama of
child rearing, we forget that we have been given this insane privilege,
this tremendous gift. And instead of embracing our offspring as they
are, sometimes we are caught up fighting inane battles with them, trying
to shape, bend, and fit them into a mold that is not realistic.
Struggling to force our will above theirs, and not respecting them as
individuals, in spite of their tender age.
Today, let’s all step back for a moment. And vow not to
constantly tell our kids to “Stop!” Give them back their right to be
young. And reconsider your reactions when dealing with the crazy that
comes with part of the territory as a parent. Take a deep breath and
pull back when;
-You feel the urge to yell at your toddler for accidentally
drawing off the paper with crayons. Their mechanical skills are still
in development.
-You send your child to his room because he too slow in
cleaning up his toys. Kids don’t yet have the speed cleaning skills we
moms are blessed with or have developed over the years. Let him do it at
his own pace, and be grateful he’s at least trying.
-You start to lose your mind because your four-year-old
shoved her little sister to the floor. She doesn’t always know her own
strength.
-You son breaks a plate helping you put away the dishes. Just accept
it- little kids have butterfingers. What a blessing to have him at your
side for a routine chore.
-You want to bury your head in your pillow and scream
because the kids woke up before the sun is even out. Be thankful you
are waking up and facing another day together.
Just please, let kids be kids. And learn from them. Live in the moment, and be forever thankful to Allah.
Sameera Iqbal
Sameera is a newly minted part-time
working mom. Every day is a party in her house, thanks to her two
toddler girls. She occasionally blogs at sameeraiqbal.blogspot.com, and
hopes to home school one day in the near future.
