Mommy time

I have been realizing more and more, how important it is for me as a mother to have my own time doing things that I like to do.

In the last year I have started playing tennis, a sport that I have loved all my life but never had the opportunity of trying out myself. It gives me immense pleasure to spend 4 hours a week on the courts and come home tired but content. I have never played sports seriously as a child or even later and now in my late 30s I feel fitter and stronger than ever before.

Similarly I have never played a musical instrument before and i dont even have a natural musical sense but recently I have started piano lessons. I find it difficult but I’m learning by sheer stubbornness and have advanced to the next level.

So why is this important for a mother? Not only am I happier learning new things but also it encourages my son to want to learn too. If he is brought up in an environment where his mother shows interest in sports and music, he is sure to grow up wanting to do the same. If he sees his mother pursuing her hobbies whatever they may be, he is sure to want to have his own hobbies too. If he sees his mother grow as a person, he will too.

So a message for all the mommies out there: please find time for yourself and use it wisely, not only will it be good for you but for your children as well.

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Six going on Sixteen

I don’t remember what I was like at sixteen, it was too long ago. However my son who turns 6 in November seems to be “going on 16, waiting for life to start!”

He told me today that when he grows up, his children will call me Daadi (which means paternal grandmother in my language). Seems like he’s already got his eye on the future.

I also heard him singing “Babeyyy! I want to marry youuuuu!” However he refused to disclose who this song was for.

He was showing off his new shoes at the restaurant we went to for lunch and when the waitress asked whether his Mom had bought them or his Dad, he replied that he had bought them with his own money. I explained that having done a commercial and getting paid for it and also having had his shop in a trade event he did, indeed, have his own money. The shoes had been his own choice and he had insisted that I buy them, maybe it made him feel good thinking that he had bought them with his own money.

And here is the dude himself…

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Just a Cuddle

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This is what happens when my son comes to my bed at night. He’s been sleeping in his own room for a year now but in the middle of the night he gets up, wears his slippers and quietly sneaks into my bed.

He says he gets lonely at night. Poor little guy is alone in his room except for his pet turtles. I leave his door and my bedroom door open and since my room is just across his, he probably finds it hard to resist transferring to my room. In the morning I find his slippers neatly placed by my bed.

It’s not that he gets nightmares or bad dreams. He’s never cried after getting up or told me that he’s scared.

Sometimes if I’m in the other room he’ll come there to find me or if he can’t find me there even, he’ll give me a shout knowing I’m somewhere in the house. Once he’s brought me to my bedroom he’ll just plop into the bed and fall asleep.

It’s been a year now since he’s been doing this. He probably just needs a cuddle and will eventually grow out of it. Of course I enjoy the cuddles as much as he does, it’s just when I’m dangling off the side of the bed or when I want to sleep longer in the morning, that I wish he would keep sleeping in his bed.

I asked my friends for advice and one of them who has 6 kids told me it’s normal for him to do that and that I should just relax. I guess she would know. Another friend told me that her 3 boys ranging from 3 years to 9 years do the same. I guess I shouldn’t even begin to complain. In a few years he’ll probably tell me that he’s too old to be cuddled and I’ll be remembering this time when he wakes up in the morning and says “Cuddle me, Mama!”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath Your Feet

On my family’s recent trip to the UK, we stayed with some relatives in a lovely little town up north. My favourite part of their house was the garden and the rose bush which was enveloping the entrance to the garden. As the cool wind blew, rose petals fluttered down on the lush green grass and filled the air with an inviting fragrance. The rose petals looked so beautiful even when they had fallen from the flower that I just had to take a photo. P1020246
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Grandma in the house!

In my culture if an elderly person lives in your house it adds to the blessings that the household receives. We don’t have old age homes, elderly parents live with their children and their families.
Yesterday my 80 year old mother came to stay with me. Hopefully if we can get her visa extended, she will be with me for 3 months. This is a special time for both of us because as much as she likes to have someone to listen to her stories, I cherish the opportunity to give back the love and care that she has always showered me with.
We have a saying in our religion that “He who found his parents in old age and did not earn heaven by serving them, he failed.”
Nadir is very excited to have his grandma staying with us. He enjoys hearing her stories especially about his grandpa from the army days. He thinks she’s very cuddly and loves hugging her.

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When we went to pick her up from the airport he was standing there with this placard. Nani is the word in our language for maternal grandmother.
I love that our language has a different word for every relation. So my sister’s husband is “sala” whereas my husband’s younger brother is “dewar”. It’s not just brother-in-law. The same way I’m not just an aunt, I’m khala to my sister’s children and phupi to my brother’s children. I think it’s because we really value family a lot.
I hope to teach my son the same values and I pray that he’ll look out for us when we get old.