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My son is an alien

This morning I decided to make some applesauce for my 6 year old to have over his pancakes instead of the usual chocolate syrup. I steamed the apples and blended them with a little honey. Then I made star shaped pancakes and poured the applesauce over them.

Nadir took one bite and made the worst face possible. I scolded him for not keeping an open mind and told him to try another bite (after I had tasted it to make sure all was ok). Still the same face. I scolded him a bit more and brought a chocolate croissant for him to eat. He looked at me with a grouchy face and said “Why do you hate me?”

After telling him that i most certainly didnt, I left the room.

5 minutes of sitting by himself I heard him calling me, “Mama I’m sorry for being mean!”

“Ok Nadir, do you want me to come sit with you?”

When I sat with him as he happily ate his croissant, he said “Mama, actually I can’t eat healthy food because I’m from outer space.”

Weekly Photo Challenge : Victory

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As a parent you realize that you are your child’s greatest cheerleader. The pride and joy you feel at your child’s success surpasses the elation at any of your own victories.

And this is how I felt when I came to watch Nadir perform as the lead character in his school play. Apparently it was not a big deal for him as he had not even rehearsed his lines in front of me. In fact I had thought that it would just be a performance of a few songs and the teacher had also wanted to surprise me. But the way my little boy performed, I thought my heart would jump out and fall into my lap.

This was a couple of years back and since then Nadir has given me ample opportunities to be proud of him. However this occasion will always remain as a special moment in my heart.

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Patterns in my hair

I think it’s time I should dye my hair.

Yesterday Nadir and I were talking about patterns and he said “Mama there’s a pattern in your hair… black, white, black, white…”

Hmmph little smart ass! I know I have a few white hairs but surely not as many as I have black? He could have said “black, black, black, white…”

Anyway this is bound to happen. As I rejoice in my son growing up, learning new skills and becoming cleverer, I also have to embrace the fact that I am getting older. Hopefully I am also getting wiser. So that a few white hairs and a few wrinkles will not worry me but will remind me of the beautiful experiences I had and the love I shared and cherished.

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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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