Little Picky Eater

For all those moms whose children are picky eaters, I feel your pain. I really do.

We were recently on vacation in Dubai and were staying at a hotel which like most good hotels had a lavish breakfast buffet. But Nadir refused to eat anything.

“The cereal is not sweet enough”, “The toast is too dry”, “The banana is too squishy”, “The croissant is too big”, he had an excuse for not eating every single thing offered to him.

Finally I decided to leave him in the room with his Dad while I, at least enjoyed the breakfast. I had just sat down with my plate full of delicious chocolaty pancakes, melt in the mouth butter croissants and juicy fresh fruit when my phone rang.

“Mama, I want to do potty!”

“Right, then do it! Your father is there isn’t he to help you clean up?”

“Yes but he doesn’t know what to do! Please come!”

I tried to stuff as many pancakes in my mouth as I could before I had to rush off to respond to the latest emergency.

I order the school lunch for Nadir in the hope that while eating with his friends he may be inclined to try out some new food. Sometimes he eats it but sometimes he doesn’t. And of course he always has a good reason for not eating.

“I tasted the chicken, it was disgusting!” “I didn’t have the rice because it had peas in it.” “I didn’t have the rice because it didn’t have anything in it!”

Sometimes he’ll just forget whether he ate or not at school, so I leave him until he asks for something himself.

We are soon going on vacations and I am dreading to think what Nadir will do there. Let’s hope he decides to eat what’s available and not worry me too much. After all I deserve a break too.

Quality, not Quantity

What question do you hate to be asked? Why?

Whenever I meet someone new and I tell them that I have one son who is 5 years old, they will almost always respond with

“Shouldn’t you be thinking of another one?”,

“You’ve waited too long for your second!”

“When will you have the second?”.

Please, people, children are not found in supermarkets that you just go out and get one. Anyway who made you in charge of how many children I should or should not be having. Maybe I’m just happy with one. And why do I have to explain why I haven’t had another one so far?

I didn’t get Nadir till 6 years of my marriage. During those years I would often be having a conversation like this:

“How many children do you have?”

“None, as yet.”

“Really, how long have you been married?”

“A few years.”

“Are you getting treatment?”

Come on, can’t you just mind your own business!!

Unfortunately in many cultures, a married woman’s success is measured in how many children she produces. Shouldn’t we be looking at what the woman contributes to society as a whole, not just by the number of offspring. And if she has children, then we should measure her success by how well she manages to raise them not by how many she produces.

I for one, believe in quality, not quantity.

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Nadir the Trader

Isn’t it just wonderful when your child does even better than your expectations?

I put Nadir’s name to participate in a Young Traders event to be held locally. Each trader aged 5 to 13 years would have his/her stall where he/she could sell age appropriate merchandise. We decided to sell candy bags, popcorn and some of his old toys. I made the candy bags with felt, ribbon, glitter and more and they turned out very well. In all I made 17 of them, each different from the other. Nadir helped me to fill the bags and when he finished he got to taste the candy as well.

The only thing I was worried about was how long Nadir could sit at the stall. Being only 5 he would be among the youngest of the traders. I could give him a couple of hours maximum and after that I was sure he would be running around wanting to go somewhere else.

So today was the day. We arrived early and set up the stall. All ready to go!

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Nadir was just fantastic! He went up to people standing near his stall and asked them to buy his candy bags. He was polite yet persistent. He told them the price and showed them all his merchandise.

In 2 hours all his candy bags were sold out!

We packed up our stall and went home much to the surprise of the organizers!
Now it was time to relax and chill out with friends.
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Although it looks very romantic, the two of them holding hands and walking into the sunset, I do believe Nadir is telling the little girl about zombies!

Back to School

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So it’s back to school tomorrow. Somehow I survived a winter break in which we did not travel and I was left to entertain my 5 year old entirely on my own devices. There were crazy moments, a lot of bonding, a lot of noise, too much time spent in timeout, and a million hugs.

My favorite time spent with him was when we created something together. He gets a brilliant idea like “I want to make a house for my soft toys!” and then I help him implement his idea. And while I work away with cardboard, scissors and tape and his creation takes shape, he keeps telling me “I love you Mama!” It’s these moments I wish would linger forever.

When he comes back from school half the day is already over and he has spent a lot of his energy positively so it’s not so difficult to keep him busy the rest of the day. But when you have the whole day to keep him engaged it’s a whole different matter. And then what magic do the teachers possess that the children always listen to them, whereas I have to repeat myself at least 3 times before it’s even acknowledged that I said something?

Yes, somehow I survived. Having said that I have to concede that being a mother, no doubt has its perks as well. How else would someone call me his “sidekick” and make plans with me to fight monsters together? How else would I get such tight hugs that I would have to catch my breath at least 10 times a day? How else would I be told, “I want to marry you because you’re so cute!”

There is never a dull moment with him around and when he goes to school tomorrow my morning will feel empty and lonely. I have made a plan to go out probably to avoid the silence at home. Before I know it I will be longing for the next holidays. Crazy, right?

 

Nadir’s Dragon Themed Birthday Party

We recently celebrated Nadir’s 5th birthday which was dragon themed on his request. I really enjoyed putting his party together. Here are the results…

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The party sign

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The goodie bags

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The goodie bags up close

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The dragon cake

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The decorations

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The table

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The dragon display

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Nadir monkeying around while we set up the party

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The little birthday dragon is all set up now

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Feed the hungry dragon game

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Help the dragon find his wing game

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Cutting the cake

I had so much fun doing this that it got me thinking about why I only get to do this once a year? Why can’t I do customized birthday parties for other children and make a bit of money as well. Yes, I’m thinking of starting a business, wouldn’t it be great to do something that makes you happy, be your own boss and earn something while you’re at it? Everyone who has kids want to celebrate their birthdays and sometimes kids request something that just isn’t available in the market. That’s where I would come in with my customized banners, decorations, displays etc. I even have a friend who does the cakes (she did a wonderful job with the dragon cake).

So what do you think of my business idea? I would love to hear from you!

The Reset Button

20130215_210841You know how when you look into the mirror you see your physical appearance stare back at you, in much the same way when you look at your children, a lot of your own habits and personality traits are reflected in them. And some of those habits you didn’t even know you had or at least didn’t want to admit they were there.

I never realized that I exaggerate a lot. I often use the expression “hundreds of xyz..” when xyz can easily be counted on one hand. I also like to make sweeping statements. “I’ll never do ____ again!” and there I am doing it the very next day. It’s only when I started hearing my son say and do the same that I realized that he was doing exactly what I do.

It’s also a little scary watching my child grow into a mini-me. Maybe I have hundreds of wrong habits that he might adopt and can never ever get rid of… Maybe he.. Wait, what? I’m doing it again aren’t I?. Just getting carried away.

This is also the reason why people want to give up bad habits when they become parents. They don’t want their children to follow suit. Some personality traits are hard to get rid of and are not really harmful whereas other habits like smoking should definitely be stopped when you have children. The only time my husband quit smoking in our 11 years of marriage is when my son was born. Although he took it up again after a year, it is commendable that he was able to quit considering how difficult it is.

But that’s how it is with children. They make us want to be better people. When a child is born, it is not only a new life for him/her but also for the parents. It’s as if a reset button is pushed and a question is asked, “Can you be a better person now?”