Telling children to behave is getting harder. I brought up my own children aeons ago. Getting children to listen is an art I have forgotten. M4 (grand daughter) brings the germs from school, and then sneeze everywhere. I have to constantly tell her to sneeze 🤧 in the crook of her arm. She forgets.
She gets 😠 when I say something. I had to remind her about the two angels sitting on her shoulders, who write everything she does. One records her good behavior, while the other bad. She went quiet 🤫, and listened. I will have to remember to repeat when she won’t listen.
Living with Son has its own advantages. He is never at 🏠. He doesn’t observe me all the time. With children around, one has to be careful. I wait till Nola has put them to bed before watching anything on 📺, but children have a knack of getting out of bed when it’s time to 💤. I was sitting at the dinning table, and watching Animal 🦒 🐘🐅🦓🦌 Planet on my iPad when one child 🧒 crept to my back. Soon there were three. One even wondered aloud,”How come Nano (that’s me) can watch tv, while we cannot “.
“Because I don’t have to go to school tomorrow “, I retorted.
TJ (grandson) was sighing over himself ,”When I grow up, I will watch tv all day”. I didn’t say anything, acknowledging to myself only that children don’t know how lucky they are. They don’t know how cumbersome it really is to become an adult.
When my late husband R’s parents were alive, we took his yearly break to spend time with them. Meal times was a source of constant embarrassment for me. Our young children would need to go to the loo. Grandma didn’t like it. She blamed me for their indiscretions. You can’t tell toddlers that this wasn’t the time to announce what they needed to do when everybody was sitting having dinner.
R had drilled it into me from day one of marriage, that no one was to blame except me if the children didn’t turn out alright. I was on tenterhooks about their grades, and manners, while the children were growing up. To make matters worse, I was sole parent most of the times. I had to be forever vigilant about everything.
During once a year visits, daughter blames me when her kids throw a tantrum. “Mama, what kind of grand children have you produced?”
Tell me what did I do?
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If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?
Last year in January, I was on a visit to my daughter Nola in Riyadh. We were invited to dinner at a neighbor’s house. I didn’t feel like going, but Nola insisted on my going.
M3 (grand daughter) was carrying a Pumpkin Pie to the neighbor’s home for dessert. Some guests had arrived before us, and others were coming. One guest was accompanied by her mother. We were introduced to each other, and sat together. She was very elegantly dressed in a sari. By her look she must have been 10-15 years my senior in years.
In a few minutes she made me uneasy with her talking, and behavior. Since she lived in the same neighborhood, I tried my best at avoiding further encounters with her.