I have never been a neat freak. I expect neatness to some extent but I don’t bother if something went crooked by mistake, after all we all are human. Now, by this statement don’t assume that I am learned to be patient and very understanding. Honestly, I am human and a very ordinary person. At times I know not the meaning of patience. I do burst in anger when something goes wrong 🙂 but that is mostly for unnecessary things of course. Although I am impatient with short temper, I have noticed that during the times of storms that hit my life, I have stood still with much tolerance, Alhamdulillah.
Dealing with my children is something like that; it is not just a storm but a tornado. As I mentioned, I’m just an ordinary woman and I yell at them when things don’t work as expected. Wind and I have some good relationship. Perhaps that is why I wrote Blowing with the Winds. Wind can be gentle as the morning breeze and at the same time can turn into a storm which ends up as a catastrophe. I become upset with the smallest mistake they do but have been tolerating the biggest chaos during these past years.
Some say that I am very patient when dealing with my children. Well come live with me and you will know I’m just the opposite. 😀 I’m the meanest mom who cares to see them disciplined. But I give them freedom, understanding that they need to observe their surroundings by themselves alone. I let them play with water, I let them scribble on a wall and I let them bounce on bed. Someone may think I’m weird. Well, what is the point in yelling when they are trying to learn something? I at the beginning kept on telling not to scribble on the wall. But when I’m absent they would do just what I don’t want to see. So we agreed to let them scribble on a wall because we can always give a color wash to the walls but can we give them back their childhood?
The common mistake we do as a parent is comparing them with our generation. Well, when I was a kid, I didn’t want to scribble on a wall for I had the whole environment to observe and take the maximum use of it. I spent time running in the paddy fields with my cousins, sneak into the woods and find fruits and had plenty of space to play around. But today my children are locked inside and see the world through the window or through the screen of technology. What is left for them to observe except digging out their hidden skills? Someone with very strict policies might call me a lunatic; well everyone is different from thinking and behaving. This is my way and I won’t say it’s hundred percent accurate. Yet, I enjoy watching them mimicking, scribbling and playing around.
Yesterday was one such day. Dad was at home and I wanted the kids to play with some paintings. I gave them a worn-out blanket and their fabric paints. And they used many things to color the sheet. They used different colors. And they used leaves, building blocks, pieces of cloth and brushes to paint the sheet. I too joined with them and it was fun Alhamdulillah. Seeing them enjoying was a delicious moment. They were covered with paint everywhere. Well, someone would call me crazy. But anyway, they would have a bath so why should I fuss around seeing them colored with paint? After all, the paint would go off the sooner we wash. Because of a messy house and a moment, should we ruin their enjoyment by yelling at them and restricting them from having fun in an innocent way?
And Alhamdulillah, their task made my old sheet look new with beautiful colors. But still, it was old and torn. Although it was done just for fun, I had something in my mind. And that very same night I began to work on my project. I tore the sheet and used the strips to braid and make a long rope with it and then today used the rope to make a rug. It was quite a task with doing every other work at home alone, meanwhile having two troublemakers around, yet it was fun and filled my heart with satisfaction, Alhamdulillah.
So, do you think it was a wild fun or a moment of joy which should be treasured throughout life? For me, every single minute spent with them are treasure and I like to make every moment a useful one. I’m not a patient person to do such a craft but the feeling that I’m using their work was sprouting as joy within me, making me do this task patiently, Alhamdulillah.
Enjoy your life with what you have; it doesn’t matter if you have nothing big to celebrate with or luxurious items to enjoy. But play with them with what Allah has blessed with. Their childhood will never come back. After all, we are growing every second. The moment we spend now with our children is like the rainbow, it lasts only for a few seconds. Enjoy the rainbow when it appears, not when it has gone.