Choosing a College…

I swear it felt like we were choosing a college! The past few months have been full of school discussions. Back in January Iman’s teacher asked us to start selecting a school for September. Of course I was really bugged, since I had spent most of last year looking for a nursery! But I was duly informed that all the good schools in Dubai will have a wait list by now, so if I haven’t made a decision yet… it was time to get cracking!

So I was back at the start. Speaking to parents and then friends of parents… Going through websites and Parents Plus. Reading intro after intro… which all pretty much sounded like what I had been reading last year. Really, schools can’t be judged on their publicity stunts. So with Ayzah in tow, I went to visit a handful of schools which I liked, and fit into our budget.

When I had selected 5, we were asked to fill out forms and schedule an interview. AN INTERVIEW?!?!? What are they going to ask a 3 year old??? It’s surprising how simple school admissions are so overplayed. But since we want to be a part of the circus… we’ve got to dance to the tune. And dance we did… I prepped Omair for things to say and what not to bring up. I told him to cap his weird sense of humor. I put a lot of thought into what we’d wear and what the kids would wear (even Ayzah!). But the one thing I didn’t do… was psyche out Iman. I let her go there with an open mind, and asked her to tell me if she wanted that to be her new school.

The interview was a breeze. We’re the perfect applicants… who wouldn’t want Iman? LOL 😉

But really… Iman’s my little star. She spun circles around the teacher who was interviewing her. They had a lovely conversation, and the teacher came out in awe. I mean it.

I had scheduled Iman for just one interview at the one school that we really liked. I didn’t want to second chance it unless I had to. Alhamdulillah, she got in.

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April 17, 2008 at 9:45 pm 7 comments

There’s always room for chocolate!

Iman’s got such a small appetite that usually I have to coax her into taking a couple of last bites to finish off a meal. And she’ll pull whatever stunts she can in order to escape. Halfway through dinner today, she claims… “I’m absolutely full!” so I insisted that she take another two bites. And she insisted… “There’s no more room left in my tummy!!”. So I let it go and helped her clear up. As she was leaving the kitchen, she made a stop at the fridge and took out a small piece of chocolate. I caught her, and asked her how come she was having chocolate when she said there was no more room in her tummy!?!?

So of course… Iman being Iman, says… “There’s always a special place in everyones tummy for chocolate.”

April 17, 2008 at 12:04 am 1 comment

Craving Time

During our recent Karachi trip, Omair and I got to attend a friend’s wedding while the kids were at home -asleep. It’s such a novelty in our lives to have the opportunity to be on our own.

In the daily grind of parenting, where everything in our house is hands on, it feels so strange to have an evening away without the kids. But I guess independence is kind of like riding a bike, you can never forget it. So when we did get the chance to be alone, Omair and I loved it!

Driving home after the last wedding function, I asked Omair – do you miss “us”? Just being on our own? And he laughed (because Omair knows how much I miss it). He’s never really felt the need to “get away”. Maybe dad’s don’t relate to this because they do get a chance to be on their own without kids for most of the day, which means, that at 6 in the afternoon, they’re happy to be with the kids, while mom (who has had her hands full all day) desperately wishes that bed time would come sooner.

People used to be good at this parenting thing -Some people still are. But as my kids start getting older and needing me to be more and more “hands on” I keep craving “alone time”. I’m not going to feel guilty for writing this, I’m not perfect. Parenting is hard, and it was so nice to be out without the kids, that I wish we had some sort of way to keep taking these breaks and refreshing ourselves from time to time.

On the other hand, my only consolation is that in a matter of time, I will get all this “me time” and “couple time” back – I just have to be patient.

April 15, 2008 at 3:52 pm 7 comments

Point Well Taken

Iman’s always had her way with words. She’s a smart thinker, and quick to come up with things that leave me speechless. Some days I wish I could think up an answer for every question… but as time passes, I feel like I’m falling short.

Today she spoke to me about family and relationships. She wanted to know why she wasn’t my “only daughter”. I tried to play my “only BIG daughter” card, but sort of failed when she said…

“If you can have two daughters, why can’t I have two mommies?”

I was taken aback and I asked her… “Do you want another mommy?”

and she said… “No, but if you can have two daughters, then I should be allowed two moms”

Hmmm… can’t argue logic!

April 14, 2008 at 10:51 pm 2 comments

Watching from a distance

Children live in their own world. It’s a happy place, filled with really good things, but unfortunately as we grow older, we leave that world and enter another one. It’s a place where we create our own problems, and overlook all the little things that were important to us when we were young.

When I watch Iman and Ayzah in their own world, it makes me happy to see them so happy. Hope it lasts this way for them forever.

March 20, 2008 at 9:58 pm 6 comments

Literally Understood…

Iman just came running to me right now, needing to blow her nose. So I told her to get some tissue. Quite aptly she returned with the whole box (YAY! I’ve taught her well). I took one out, and handed it to her, she blew her nose, and while I was busy typing away at the computer I handed her the tissue box and said… “Put it back” so she took her snotty tissue and stuffed it back in the box!

March 18, 2008 at 2:36 pm 3 comments

Ladies and gentlemen, she’s a big girl now!

You can never really put your finger on the moment your baby becomes a “big kid”. Last I remember Iman was repeating everything I said… “Birdie, car, ball, light…”. Small words, easy words. God knows when she started stringing along sentences, and really I have no clue when she became so big that she started having conversations with me.

It’s nice. In fact, I love having her around, she’s got opinions, she’s got a sense of humor, but most of all, she knows what to say and when. There have been countless conversations that I wish I could save forever. Not because they were so profound, but because it’s amazing how this little creature who I once nursed, changed, bathed and carried is now capable of them. Now she can feed herself, change her own clothes, take her own showers and walk tall, but most of all she can come up with the most “mature” things to say, and sometimes both Omair and I are left staring at each other in awe, thinking… is this really our kid?

After a beach trip this weekend, Iman woke up the next morning with a runny nose. Of course, being the person that I am, immediately my mind started working overtime. As I was tidying up the room, I spoke to Omair…

Me: “Iman’s got a runny nose from the beach yesterday. She’ll probably have a fever by tonight. I think we should give her some Calpol.”

Omair: “Don’t give her anything yet, just wait to see how the day goes.”

*Iman, who is sitting on the toilet, coughs really loud*

Me: “Oh no, she’s coughing! Ok let me just give her something for her cough, I definitely don’t want that to get worse.”

Omair: “Take it easy hon, let’s just see how the day goes.”

Iman (speaks from the toilet): “Yeah mom, it’s not a big deal. I’ll get better by myself, I don’t need any medicine, ok?”

WHO is this person in the toilet? WHAT did she just say? WHEN did she grow up so much?

Really I tell you, one minute you’ve got a baby cradled in your arms, the next minute there’s a kid on your toilet, telling you “it’s not a big deal!”

March 16, 2008 at 8:15 pm Leave a comment

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