Assalamu aleikum waramatulahi wabarakatuhu dear bloggers,
It has been a long time! I pray this finds you well, ameen. November 2015 – November 2017. Subhanallah, it has been two years since I’m making a living from home while trying to homeschool my son. It has been challenging to say the least. Many days I question my choices of wanting to be home with him. Please put your feet in my shoes haha! I’m human, and I can’t escape the doubts or whispers at times.
That said, it has been a humbling and rewarding experience for me. The stress is still present in my life but at least I get to see how my son is blooming into an intelligent human being masha’Allah. I love the priceless moments I can’t explain, and I make a mental snapshot of them for the future insha’Allah.
I also try not to take his moments of mischievousness to heart. Toddlers can be so trying but I always make a silent prayer when he listens, surprises me, or simply asks for my permission.
Many days I think he is not growing fast enough or speaking the way I want him to express himself. And my patience has improved alhamdullilah. A lot of sign language and key words are usually thrown in our daily conversations. Sometimes, they make the exchange frustrating for him and me but many times I’m happy he’s picking up words I say to him daily. I push myself to not give up because when he repeats the words right away or another day randomly, I know I have taught him that.
So even if sometimes I question my homeschooling skills because he is the only one, and he gets limited amount of time outside with other children at the playground, I’m proud and happy to know that 99% of his vocabulary and ways of acting come from me; the mother because I’m always there for him alhamdullilah. The hubby pitches in too alhamdullilah. He plays with the kiddo the way I don’t always play. I can be pretty serious and intense with my son haha!
I’m sure many mothers can relate. It’s often hard for us to roll on the carpet and play around when we have tons of things to do around the house and the internet. Having said that, I’m really thankful that the kiddo still makes me the number one person to go to in his life. I know my place, and he knows it. Mommy is his ultimate nurturer. And Daddy is really, really, really fun masha’Allah.
Am I a failure or a fabulosity? You decide. I know my answer now alhamdullilah :).
May Allah help us raise the best of the muminun, ameen.
Jazakh’Allah khair for reading,
~A Ducktrinor Mom~