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Peaceful Parenting 💙🦋

My 23 month old is crying; his face is all crumpled up, and tears are streaming down his face. He’s got quite the pair of lungs on him, so the sobs that wrack his chest are pretty loud. I don’t immediately rush to shush him, or tell him not to cry, or even tell him that there isn’t a need to cry over small things. Instead I reach for the tools and skills I’ve been developing and learning from my peaceful parenting course. The ones that empower me to parent from a peaceful place inside. To not let the tides of my own emotions overwhelm the ship of my parenting. To listen to him crying, to be there with him in that moment.

The huge swell of panic that used to immediately overwhelm me, the need to just make him stop crying, at near any cost, that, alhamdulillah has gone. Sure it has not suddenly become the highlight of my day when my toddler starts crying and screaming, but slowly slowly I’m building confidence, finding pockets of peace and breathing room, to think and make decisions as opposed to just react. I’m learning to listen to his upset, and not have it rock me and my emotions. I’m able to put my trust in my Lord that my child’s behaviour right now does not mean in future he will be whatever it is I fear. Crying over sweets doesn’t mean he will become spoilt. Pinching somebody else doesn’t mean he will become a bully. It just means his behaviour is off track. It just means he is learning.

He needs my love, connection and listening most, when he is off track. It is exhausting work, any type of parenting is.

But, I’m able to recognise his cries now, for what they are. A way of letting me know that he feels disconnected, that he needs to reconnect with me. He as young as he is, is still subject to his emotions just as we all are. He also faces the challenges and tests that come with living life, and the best way I can foster intelligence both emotional and other kinds, and encourage him to learn ways to deal with these challenges, is to offer connection during these times, to stay listening, and to maintain the limits.

Traditionally speaking, I will be, and have been told, that his behaviour is something I should control, that it is disrespectful or rude for him to be upset by things (perhaps a certain household rule, or something I have told him he is not allowed to have), that I ought to punish him so that he learns to respect me. What I’m coming to realise, is that punishing him for expressing his need for connection serves only to push us further away from each other. The truth is, it is impossible to control anyone else. In fact at times even controlling ourselves can be a struggle. Rather it is Allah that is in control of all of the affairs of the heavens and earth.

One of the gems I picked up during the course which really shook me up, and made me contemplate, was this. My child as he is, is not yet accountable to Allah for his actions, at least not until he reaches the age of maturity. I however am. If his spilling a cup of water on the floor sends me into a rage, or initiates a huge over reaction on my part, then where does this show of injustice lie on the scale of parenting as an act of ibadah. Quite far from ihsan (the best) I would say. And very far removed from the person I want to be.

I have been giving a lot of thought to the woman I am, and the woman I want to be. My personal standards and the esteem I hold my soul in leave me unwilling to be reactive in my parenting approach. I want to be better, and do better. It’s a journey, and not an easy one mind you, but I’m ready and willing to put in the work bi’ithni’llah.

Life is what you make it…. sort of

I’m not a particular fan of Hannah Montana, but I have been known on the occasion, to sit down with my younger ones and watch a couple episodes. I may have even enjoyed those few episodes. 🙂 I do tend to listen a bit more to what the characters say, then what they do. Drama, is interesting and there are different mediums that are used to get messages across.

The first part of this title’s post, is from one of ‘Hannah’s’ songs. Life is what you make it.

To some extent I agree, how you approach things is important. The way you tackle something can make it easier or harder.

Take shopping with your parents for example. Too much mouthing off on your part can make the experience a very arduous one (speaking from experience 😛 ), but joking a bit and doing what needs to get done, maybe helping to get different products from further aisles can make the experience a far more fun and positive excursion.

For me personally, I still believe in what I refer to as Qadr, divine decree. Of curse it is important how you approach things, it’s very important. In fact that’s called intention. Our intention behind things matter. What’s our purpose?

That’s one of the questions I want to ask myself this academic year. What is my purpose? Why am I doing this degree?

To remind myself, I’ll probably look back at this post. So I might as well write down the main answer to my question.

First and foremost may intention is to please my Creator. I want to utilise the degree in a way that it can be counted as an act of ibadah. So in order for me to do that I have to make sure I do the best I can in this degree. I want to use it in a way that helps people. At this juncture I’m not sure if that means being a lawyer, or any other job that a law degree enables. However the degree will give me OPTIONS. I love options. They lead to opportunities 😉

I’ve been given a second chance at my first year, and I cannot afford to waste it.

Economically speaking, I have less supply (of resources) than I have demand (for use of said resources). So, I’m going to have to give some stuff up. It’s funny I’m still able to apply the basic rules of opportunity cost, and I can tell you why.

It’s because I enjoyed it. I really did enjoy it, because learning about it was fun. I approached economics with that mindset, it’s just something i need to make sure I remind myself. I do enjoy learning. 🙂

Okay, I’m going now, I have some stuff to do, and yes one of those things does include reading about Gibson v Manchester City Council (I actually remember the case name yay! 🙂 )

Take care party people

xxx

Deola

Packing

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Almost finished packing!

If you know me well, you’ll know that I quite dislike packing.

Anyone who helped me move out of uni can attest to that. It’s alwayas been somewhat of a chore for me. Today I took some free time and packed. I surprisingly enjoyed it. Do you wnat to know why?

I’ll let you in on the secret. 😛

I think I normally look at packing as a chore because, well…. I’m just a bit lazy occasionally. My mindset sometimes is…. oh this is so hard- so it becomes hard. You know what i mean?

This time I was like, its Ramadan, I have a bit of time, time is a trust from my creator, so lets do something valuable with it. 😀

I made about four piles. ‘Yes!’, ‘Maybe yes’, ‘No’, and ‘No Way!’

I changed the way I pack too. I like to roll my scarves up normally, so I used the same approach with my undies. 😛

Instead of packing up all compactly, I used a technique one of my aunts told my mum about. Things I’d normally fold in to fours, I folded into twos, and spread them out. It was a lot more fun packing this way, and the end result is, one fully packed suitcase, and (me still being me, the kid who used to carry bags of junk around) one big bag of maybes to look through with my mum.

Alhamdulilah.

I never knew packing could be so easy 😀

One lesson learnt, reflected on, analysed.

Now on to the next.

take care kids 😛