The fact

Mothering don’t come easy.  But each day, I try my best to be better than I was yesterday.

But just like any other things we do in life, we tend to repeat the same mistakes over and over again irregardless of the remorse that we feel thereafter.  Its hard to completely change to someone we are not.  I guess I still am a hot-tempered person that I can be.  Especially so when my principles are challenged.

And each time meltdowns occur, I wish I had handled it better, less emotionally.  But most of the time, I cant seem to control my anger, or I would rather put it as annoyance.  Cos truth be told I am not angry at all.  I can control myself when I am angry but cant seem to control my annoyance that well!

May Allah forgive me for my shortcomings, in nurturing and caring for my children and grant me patience and strength to be a good example to them.  Ameen…

Thirty 8

And the waiting game begins…

2 weeks to go.  Patiently awaiting Friday for another check up.

Alhamdulillah, I have finally gotten around to getting things done.. Updated my to do list and have gotten most of the things checked =)  Happy with my achievements.  Alhamdulillah.

So while the wait is on, I have decided to read up as much as I can, just to keep my mind relax and worry free.. Walk and walk and walk as books suggested to induce labour and keeping myself fit.  And of cos spending quality time with my darling firstborn who have been extra clingy these days.. =)

Meanwhile, we are also having another waiting game with HDB.. When is that bloody letter coming in?? I pray that nothing clashes and both major turning points in our lives will be smooth sailing inshaaAllah..

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On a different note, met a sista earlier when she came to collect her order.  MashaaAllah the short meet up was really great.  Short and sweet catch up.. Thank you for sharing my excitement =)  And I miss you so so much..

 

37 weeks.

Physically, mentally and emotionally challenged.

Allah mustaan.

The Play Environment

A quick pictorial update.  Something I have been meaning to share.  Our mini play space.. I had always wanted a play area/room for my children.  And was all excited when I finally can do that.  However due to space constraints, I dont have much of an option to do all that I can.. And as ‘Ukaashah grow, I realise that play environment have to be engaging.  In other words, toddlers should be able to see all the available toys so that they will have an option to play what they want to.  So, I tried to separate his toys to provide a more engaging environment, a variety of play option and encouraging child-led play..

However on a recent read-up on my current craze, I found out that what I have been trying to do is actually among the 8 principles of Montessori.  =) So I was excited much.. Will share more on that next time..

Meanwhile, here is the best that I can make out of the space that we have..

This is where we spend most part of our days.  Learning and playing..  Carpets beautify a room like ribbons beautify a card i feel hehe..

 

Our “Reading Corner”.  Because we usually read before nap time or bedtime, I placed his books (and some of mine) in a container next to our bed for easier access and cleanup.  It is within his reach, so nowadays he can choose the books that he wants me to read to him.. Occasionally he will help himself to the books and just flipped or “read” them on his own =)

Our “Mini Montessori”.. I purposely emptied out the bottom 2 shelves of our bookcase to make this arrangement.  Like I mentioned before to allow ‘Ukaashah to have a good view of his toys/manipulatives and he can get them as and when he want.  In this orderly arrangement, I also taught him how to put back his toys/manipulatives after each play.

This was what it was before, it was a whole pile of toys and he usually have trouble finding what he wants (which will agitate him) or he will simply not play MOST of what is inside….

So I rearranged them into different categories hopefully he will have a better play with them..

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Looking forward to having a playroom-cum-classroom of our own.. InshaaAllah REAL SOON!!! =)

pondering…

Last week, my dad’s cousin lost their 16 year old son who was in a coma for a few days due to a heart failure.

Last week, I saw how my aunt and her husband put up a brave front seeing their only son through a throat and nose operation to remove some growth.

SubhanAllah. Such are Allah’s test for His ummah.

And while in KKH, i saw countless small children clad in hospital wear with all sorts of illness known or unknown to others. And seeing their accompanying parents staying strong beside them breaks my heart.

Like every other thing in life, our children are merely on loan to us. They wont belong to us forever. No matter how long or short the loan period is, it is our responsibility to nuture them in the most rightful manner possible.

While i definitely have flaws in bringing up my son and future children definitely, i pray that I will be able to grant them all that i can especially in nurturing their spiritual so as not to have regrets when the time eventually come for us to part.

May Allah grant us love and tranquility in each others company as a family in sickness and in health.

Ameen.

And for those parents whom Allah have put them to test, may Allah reward them for their patience and sacrifices. Allahumma ameen..

Behind..

Oh I feel so behind in sharing.  Although I do update randomly.

I have lots and lots to share.. Play ideas, homeschool activities, some new things I learnt, some books I’ve read and a whole lot of things..But I dont know where to start..

So please bear with me while I recollect and reorganize my thoughts =)

InshaaAllah will get back to updating proper real soon…

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Perhaps a short update here, at 35 weeks my hospital bag is finally packed!  That is one thing off the list of to-dos.

Next week inshaaAllah will head down to my aunt’s abode aka our storagespace to dig out baby stuffs and we can get down to washing and drying and more washing and more drying and finally organising!!

Patiently awaiting the arrival of the little one. 5 weeks to go (Allahu ‘alam!)  See you tomorrow binti (my daughter in Arabic)