As a Canadian born Muslim mother, I inform my daughter that she should embrace her Canadian nationality, and she does. Furthermore, I teach my daughter to celebrate the diversity that exists within our multicultural country and to appreciate the beauty of individuality that exists amongst Canadians, and she does. Continue reading
“I hope you have a BOY,” is a phrase I heard too many times during my pregnancies. I mean…really? Continue reading
On some winter days, this is what my foyer looks like at 3:30 pm- boots laying on the ground, gloves scattered everywhere, coats piled up high- and sometimes it stays this way until the next morning when my kids put on their winter gear and head off to school. On other days, my foyer is spotless. On ALL days I consider myself a good parent who loves her children and wants what’s best for them. On ALL days my children get fed, get hugs, have playtime, and have a mom who loves listening to their stories and jokes that don’t make sense. On ALL days my children and I have dinner together and play together as a family. On ALL days my children go to bed in cozy pyjamas and kisses from mommy. On ALL days I’am neither a winner or a loser, but a mom who is trying her best.
Sure, some days are more difficult than others, and I get washed over with feeling overwhelmed. Yes, those are the days my foyer looks like a mess, as does most of my house. But no, I don’t let it bother me. Why should I? I know I won’t always have the time or energy to clean my foyer, but I will make time for my children. I can’t always promise you I will have a clean house, but I can promise myself that I will try to be the best parent to my three children. Clean foyer or not, my children are loved and that’s all that matters!
I WRITE… Continue reading
The other day, my oldest daughter, Hafsah, requested that I trim her nails for her, as her nails were getting quite long. I happily agreed and started searching for the nail cutter in the washroom. I checked the usual spot – in the drawer…nope, not there. I checked the other drawer…nope, not there either. Suddenly, Hafsah started bawling her eyes out, and through her tears she cried, “You don’t like the way I organize things!” Ummm…ohhhkaaaay? I was confused. “I organized the washroom for you, but you can’t find the nail cutter now; which means you don’t like the way I organize things, NOW I’m never going to organize anything ever again!” Hafsah exclaimed. ‘AND THIS IS WHY I DON’T HOMESCHOOL MY CHILD!’ I thought to myself. Then, my son Idrees started crying because he wanted me to wipe the snot from his nose. Next in line to cry was my daughter Madina…because she wanted some attention. ‘AND THIS IS ANOTHER REASON WHY I DON’T HOMESCHOOL MY CHILD’I thought to myself once again. Continue reading
So, how was the first week of school for your children – and for you? I’ve talked about my experiences in previous posts, but I didn’t mention what exactly happened on the first day of school. Below is a description of how our first week of school went:
Within no time, the nurse arrived by my bedside and held my hand. With every contraction I felt extreme pain and fear – this was by far my most scariest moment in life!
Suddenly, out of no where, the nurse started humming in an effort to distract me from my pains, she even picked up a magazine from my bedside table and started reading it, “oh, would you look at this, this looks like a good recipe,” she said a couple of pages into the magazine. After she put down the magazine a minute later, I got another contraction; this time she told me to practice my breathing exercises I had learned in prenatal class. PRENATAL CLASS? WHAT prenatal class?? The one I was scheduled to have next week, but I couldn’t go to because I’m in the hospital HAVING A BABY??? Yup, THAT prenatal class. As soon as I told her I didn’t have a chance to attend my prenatal class, she taught me the breathing exercises, and we did them together until my husband and mom arrived shortly after. Continue reading