Assalamu’alaikum!
Hello everyone!
This post, I made special for my younger sister Riska.
Last Tuesday (October 11,2016) was the history day for her.
She had just graduated from university, majoring in food technology. Alhamdulillah.
I hope she’ll get good life after graduation. Amin!
©fatma’79
Some days ago, my son complained to me, “Mommy, I hate to watch TV. It isn’t useful for me!”
I smiled at him. I agreed with his mind.
Actually we had never used this magic box for 9 months. We had agreed to avoid it in our days. But, last Wednesday, the rest of my family wanted to use it again. My son didn’t respect when he heard that.
“I really hate TV!”
“What about your favorite movies? Last time you had some.” I seduced him to love Television.
“No, no… I don’t like them anymore. They’re boring!”
“Oh, okay! I got ya, dear! That’s good if you have good control of yourself. I’m so proud of you!” I embraced him from behind.
“TV has stolen my times. I couldn’t use my time for playing. Hmm, I have idea! I’ll type prohibition against watching TV then I’ll paste it on the wall of my room. Mom, I ask your help to edit it!”
“Great idea, do it now!”
Here is his mind! I didn’t put my words there.
To appreciate his thought, I won’t watch TV in front of him. 😀 If not, he will protest me and he will not obey me. Good example is the best teaching for the children.
Thus, I don’t need to advise him to avoid TV.
Another thing, he has known the negative effects of “smoking.” For it, he has painted prohibition against smoking on the wall. He..he.
Alhamdulillah, May Allah always bless and guide you, my love! Ameen.
I called her
Grandma
She’s a sister of
My grandma
When the people
Were sharing the stories
And happiness
I saw her
Sitting in the corner
Of the room
She was crying
Alone
In the midst of
Our great gathering
“What’s up, grandma?”
She didn’t answer
She was alone
Her son didn’t come
She couldn’t feel
That happiness
I read her tears
The happiness for us
Is the sadness for her
I called her
Grandma
She’s a sister of
My grandma
الحق من الله، والخطاء مني
I don’t understand
Why so many adults
asked the children
to become adults.
I’m worried
they’ll be precocious
While in the same time
I often see the adults
are childish.
Child is a child
Adult is an adult
Their lives are different
There will be a time
For children
To grow -up
So,
Let them to enjoy
Their childhood nicely
I trust them completely
They’ll say,
in the future
Hand Prints On the Wall
(Author Unknown)
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I’d seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn’t last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God’s great treasures…
A small hand print on the wall.
I found the poem above from a book of Stories by Unknown Author. My eyes captured a beautiful title of the poems, “Hand Prints On the Wall,” then I decided to share it. As a mother I have the same feeling with that author. I saw my son grows up way too fast.
My (baby) is 6 years old now, and he will start his studies this year. Alhamdulillah! I’m glad with this fact that he will learn more of life. I imagined about his future life, 6 years in Elementary School, 3 years in Junior High School, 3 years in Senior High School then he will continue his studies to University or college. Oh, masha’Allah he will be a young man. It very…very fast. If Allah gives us more chances to live in this world, I’ll see my son in another person. He will start a new life as a husband and father. Allahu Rabb! I’ll miss his childhood. I dreamed about his future.
And now I see him still a boy, an active boy. I am a witness of his activities. When he was 2, he liked to write everything in every material, floor, wall, cupboard, boxes, doors, and in my clothes. LOL! I gave him some books, whiteboard, pens and felt-tip marker. He writes and draws most every day. And as he was 3, he loved to play mud, and lied on it. I let him to play mud, because I knew he learned something from mud, and ground. I took his pictures when he played with it, I’ll show him, tell him about his childhood in 12 years later. Insha’Allah! I want to know his reaction about himself. It’d be a great event next!
In my opinion, every mother will miss the childhood of her children. So, let’s play with them and be a witness of their wonderful childhood.
Last week, there was a guest to our home. She was a friend of my mother. She came for sewing.
She and my mother talked each other while Kaka and his cousin were playing toy cars outside.
A short time later, we heard a dzuhur praying call. Kaka and Ade ran to the bathroom for taking ablution, while the adult were enjoying their talk. After took ablution, they reminded me too, “Mom, please take ablution, remember we must pray on time.” I said, “Sure, I was waiting you and now my turn to take ablution. Do prayer well, don’t too fast! Okay!”
Twenty minutes later, they saw the guest is still talking. They asked each other, “When are they going to do prayer? It was too late. Did they hear adzan (praying call)?” Their grandmother and her guest heard the questions from those kids, they smiled at the boys and said, “Yes we must cut our talk and thank you for the reminder. You’re both pious kids! Masha’Allah!” The boys smiled too, and talked about that to me.
The guest said to me, “I feel embarrass with these two boys! How can they do prayer on time?”
We didn’t force them to pray on time. We have said to them about the time of prayers, and Allah will love to the Muslims who always pray on time. Firstly, they did it since their ages 5 (Kaka) and 4 (Ade). They had a special time for watching their favorite film and its time after dzuhur prayer. They wanted to watch that film freely, so they decided to pray first before watching a movie. Since that, it was became their habits, and till now, they always pray on time, especially dzuhur. It was the story about them. Alhamdulillah, they’re like a live alarm for us. I’m really sure, they have been guided by Allah to love Islam and its precept. We, as adult have to give them a good example. We must do what we’ve talked and asked to the kids because they’ll protest us, when they see us ignored our saying.
Where has her husband gone?
When the wife was sad
Where has her husband gone?
When the wife worked hard to finance
The need of whole family
Where has her husband gone?
When the wife educated and taught
The children at home
alone
Where has her husband gone?
When the wife had problems
Does she have husband?
Yes, she has husband.
But, she is like a widow
Facing the hardships alone
So, where has her husband gone?
Today’s prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?
Which town, city, and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.
So, I have to transform and to imagine my childhood. Wow, it’d be interesting!
Writing with long sentences will be easy if I write it in my own language, and it’s a challenge for me when I use English for it. I still can’t feel the beautiful of English, I can’t find its rhythm. Let me try it!
I’m a little Eva, now! LOL
Twenty four years ago, I was a cute and active girl. 😀 I lived with my parents and my younger brother at small village, Salakopi – Sukabumi in West Java. My Mother was still young, she was 30, and my father was 39. My younger sister wasn’t born yet. She was born in 1994.
Living at village in that time was quite simple. There weren’t hand phone, computer, internet and modern technology. Our lives were simple enough. My great grand parents had ever told us that someday, 10 years or might 15 years later, life will be changed fast. We will manage and control everything only by our fingers.
(Their great prediction becomes true! Unfortunately, they can’t see our lives today! They had passed away!)
My parents bought a house when I was a baby, I didn’t remember about it. But I did remember my childhood from age 3. Our house was so small, but I lived and spent my childhood there happily. I could imagine our house and its parts. I loved this place. A place where we could give and got loves.
My parents always say and advice us, “Our house is very small, but we can share loves and happiness within, we can enlighten our house by reading Qur’an. It’s the important thing in our lives, when we return to Allah, we only need land for our graves, right?”
We lived around our big family. So my neighbors were my family. Since I was 19, my parents sold our first house for some reasons. It’s part B of this story.
As a child, my main hobby was playing, playing and playing. I didn’t think about my school seriously. I was a student the last grade of Public Elementary School. I needed 10 minutes to come to my school. I went to school then back to home. After schooling, I spent my times for playing. Playing hide and seek, it was my favorite activity. I had ever gone fishing with my friends to the river. We used bamboo for it. It was very fun, because I did catch a fish. So many memories I had made in this age. I rare stay at home, because I was an active girl. Playing with my family and other friends was fun!
I loved my childhood! I can’t believe it, I’m adult now! 🙂
In this occasion, I will write and discuss about “Talent” especially about “Improving our children’s talents.” I’m sure our children have an unique talent or maybe multi talents. This is such a great favor from our Lord. But, the problems are;
Here, I’ll share a little of my experience in improving my son’s talent. Actually, I have seen a few talents of my son. He loves drawing, math, language, and repaired his toy cars. I see, he loves drawing a lot than others. He uses much time for drawing every day. He enjoys this activity much. We made an agreement about his learning. I have ever said to him, “If you are ready for reading, just tell me, okay! You can finish your drawing first! I know, you’re enjoying drawing a lot.” He replied, “Okay Mom! I know that! Don’t worry!”
Suddenly, I remember to the members of my big family. Some of them are good at drawing. My grandma’s brothers, my uncles, my younger brother, and Kaka’s uncle are very good at drawing. Kaka’s father too is good at drawing. I love drawing too, but just a hobby, not good at all. Unluckily, they don’t improve their talents well, only one (Kaka’s uncle whose name Ivan Fauzi Ridwan) who improves his talent well. He often becomes a winner in many competitions, such as drawing and Islamic calligraphy competition.
That’s a little about my family. Now, I’ll try to response the questions above.
I asked my son about his hobby. Then, I pay my attention at his hobby. As I said before, he has many hobbies, but he said that he loves drawing a lot. I see his drawing that he has made. I asked about his pictures. He explained his drawing fervently. He showed them to me, then asked, “What do you think about my drawing, Mom?” Yes, till this time, I agree with him, his talent is drawing, he loves it a lot, he enjoys his activity, and he has ability at it. Alhamdulillah!
Base on my experience, I have been doing these things to my son:
The following are Kaka’s drawing:
That’s all I can share about improving our children talents. If you have any ideas or experiences, you may share here! I believe in you my dear friends, you have great experience about talent.
Jzakumullah for reading it! 🙂
As a mother, sometimes I get troubles in parenting. I thought for long time to find the root of it. Then a few times later, I found the effective way within parenting (I’m not sure it’ll suitable for other parents).
I often discuss with the other mothers about it. A few of them have the same matters with me. My friends told me about that.
Indeed, I often get these consultations when I taught at Islamic Elementary School. They asked the effective ways in teaching their kids.
I admit, I’m not a good mother, but I’m trying to give good example to my boy as long as I can. Our action is louder than our words. So, in my opinion, this way is so effective in parenting teaching.
I try to avoid these orders;
As I said early, I’m trying to apply this way, and Alhamdulillah I get good results from it. I seldom ask my son to do pray or any activities. He already knows his daily schedule. It was not easy in the first time, I had to repeat the communication with him carefully, because I didn’t want to force him to do anything, but I wanted he does everything with his desire that comes from his heart and his mind.
My boy and I are in progress to practice about discussion. Discuss in a few topics, about choosing good movies, music, foods, and trying to use his times for creative activities.
I do understand the beautiful way for educating my son is by giving good example. I got this way after trial and error. I’m really sure, you have good way in teaching and educating your kids.
There is a beautiful Arabic proverb:
A good example is better than precept.
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