I met my mom and my younger brother after 5 years. Sounds strange in this era of over communication and easy plane rides, but we simply couldn’t meet because of visa issues. She was here for three weeks. Three weeks that rushed past. The last time I was with my brother he was as tall… Continue reading Mama, I miss you.
Do you ever have those moments when the chaos pauses and you suddenly realise where you are in life? Last night while my 3 older children sat in bed, looking at picture books, I felt like I wanted time to freeze. To savour that moment as they sat there quietly, looking small and adorable. How… Continue reading A Mountain to Stand On
There was a time a few years ago, when I would tip toe around the house after my husband left for work, I imagined it was to keep the dragons from waking up. Those dragons were my children. Somewhere along the road I gave up hope of having breakfast alone in front of my laptop… Continue reading Imperfection can be beautiful
I’ve finally finished writing my story. Its been a long wait. I’m scared and apprehensive but insha Allah its time to get this ball rolling! I could use an editor and some honest feedba… Source: Time to publish!
I think I compared parenting to running through a field of thorns in my last post. I didn’t mean to compare parenting to that. I was only talking about the difficulty. Because our lovely little children aren’t thorns. Childcare can feel difficult and taxing, both mentally and physically. I doubt there was ever a time… Continue reading Lets take a day off!
“They have 12 children.” “How do people have so many kids?”, was my shocked reply. Twelve. I think I felt my head spin. How do people do that? Don’t they go crazy? Is their house clean? Do the husband and wife get any time together? Are the children doing ok? How do you spend time… Continue reading 12 kids
My kids scream and shout, a lot. My Dad once told me my kids were really noisy. My Father in law thinks my kids fight a lot. My husband and I look back with a knowing glint in the eye and just smile. We know we were very noisy and fought with our brothers and sisters… Continue reading The small steps