We were always told as kids that sharing is caring, at home and in school, from our parents, teachers, aunts, uncles, basically every grownup that crossed our path. And as a parent people start talking to you about the importance of teaching your kids to share. Here is what I have to say about this, sharing is not always caring. And here is why:
When you have a toddler teaching him/her concepts like sharing are hard because they can’t understand or make sense of everything. Some things they get but there are others that just pass over their heads and as they hear you instructing them it is like they are listening to a foreign language.
When it comes to toddlers and sharing they just don’t know when, with who and how to share. Take my eldest for example, like all mothers I would always tell her to share and encourage it, but what I failed to mention was how. So when her siblings arrived she wanted to share certain things with them, but there was little problem they were always in their crib, now her solution was to throw what ever it is she wanted to share with them into the crib for them to play with. The thought was nice but the action not so and at times depending on what it is she wanted to share may even be deadly. So parents be sure to tell your kids how to share and with who and not just tell them share with your sibling.
Being stay at home moms we constantly need something to look forward to, like a dinner or an outing with friends. Personally I came to love planning dinners and having people over because it means that I will get to have some adult fun and interactions. Since coming to Atlanta, I slowly got to know other stay at home wives/moms through Ali. As our group got bigger it became a little harder to have family dinners where everyone is there, since all the husbands are doctors or working to become doctors and their schedules are never the same.
Once in awhile we would have a ladies get together but that was mostly when there were occasions to celebrate. And we always wanted to meet more but we all just get busy and never do anything. Until last Friday when we had our first Friday brunch and although not everyone was there but we decided that from that point on we will make it a point to meet every Friday for brunch either at someone’s house or outdoors (weather permitting).
I am loving these gatherings because they are stress free we just get together to get out of our homes and enjoy each other’s company. We decided that we will have the brunch every Friday regardless of the number of people. We intend to have a walking club during that time too when we have the brunch outside so we can get some physical activity. Insha’Allah this will be something that will continue on and not die down.
So it has been proven time and time again that kids love water. To my daughter playing in the water is her most favorite activity, until she sees that her fingers have gotten wrinkly at which point she demands to be taken out immediately. She even attempted to have Noah’s flood in our bathroom, although I have not told her the story since she is not at the age where she will be able to understand it. But she attempted and here is how;
It was close to the end of a very stressful, tiresome day, I decided to have my daughter take a bath before her dad came home and that way when it is time to go to bed, she will hopefully sleep soundly, or as the elder women always said. Like always I filled the tub turned off the water and gave her toys and went out to check on the twins who were about 4 weeks old at that point. My son was up crying and wanted to eat so I sat and fed him, during which I could hear her playing happily in the water.
Once he was done I put him down and made my way towards the bathroom to check on her and see if she is ready to come out. And that was when I stepped in it. Walking through the laundry room to get to the bathroom I suddenly stepped in a pool of water. Surprised and not knowing where it came from, my first thought was the washing machine because I had a load running and it did leak once before. When I went to check I noticed that the water did not reach the area where the machine was. Instead the water was coming from the bathroom…I rush in to see what happened and I find that my precious daughter did not feel like the tub was full enough and decided to turn the water on herself and let it run. The idea of an over flowing tub was a novel one for her and she found it fascinating, the water was just leaving the tub on its own and she did not have to use her jug.
What surprised me more than the over flowing tub was how calm I was, I did not yell or start punching the pillow I just walked over turned off the water and unplugged the tub and then started placing towels on the floor to absorb all the water. There are a couple of factors, which I think resulted in my reaction or lack there of; the most important one is exhaustion. I was simply too tired to feel anything.