Life from a Toddler's Perspective
The last three days from the pages of my life have been super boring and completely wasteful. I was sleeping very early at night and getting up later in the day, when the sun rays were stronger and powerful enough to wake me up. My late wake ups have made my mama deliriously happy. The signs were pretty obvious and could not be missed- a freaking neat house, a proper well made dinner for baba and a sane, tidy and happy looking mama. All the laundry done and neatly folded and tucked away and all my toys back in their place, their boring toy box that lay underneath my folks's bed. What a shame!
The nosy aunt next doors stopped in for for tea and mom can't hold her self from going blah blah on how good I had been, building castles on my sheer misery. I almost felt as if I have been drugged into sleep by her.
Tell me, whats a toddler's home that does not show reasonable degrees of havoc.
Let me share with you my top two tips that will always ensure your home and mama are in a perpetual hot mess.
1.When mama is working make sure you are working too, on twice the speed she is.
2. Make the best use of your mama's salah times. These glorious moments come 5 times a day. Make sure you do not miss any. They provide the most unprecedented fun.
My favorite activity for the month has been peeling onions. When mama's not watching I sneak out an onion or two and when she's not looking I quickly unfurl the layers and scatter them into the air as if they were confetti. I feel onions are the best gift to a toddler from Allah. They can keep you engaged for a good while and when mama discovers them, she starts to gag. Its all very amusing.
The kitchen of our house also houses the most amazing mystery box, better than any toy box- its called the dustbin! Everyday brings with it new stuff to see, taste and explore. The immense carnival of colors lying within can boggle any toddler's mind. Sometimes I find remnants of food which I happily relish and other times there are empty bottles and broken egg shells. The bottles always have some residual liquid for me to pour and play with. Once, I found a yogurt container filled to the brim with oil that had gone a bit black. I carefully poured it over the floor, to give the drab kitchen tiles a glossy marble like shine. When my mama saw this, she went ballistic. She howled and shot up into the air. I was afraid she would reach the ceiling and impair the vestiges of her brain, which I had mostly consumed. The very next day I made up to her. I soaked my t-shirt in the toilet bowl and mopped the entire house. Her frenzied state of mind that day brought me to a conclusion-women are the most ungrateful race to walk on the face of earth.
Mama is usually annoyed with me because I bang and throw things and do not understand her instructions, but she doesn't know the frustration I go through every day not being able to communicate very well because of my highly limited vocabulary and yet to develop verbal skills.
There are also good days along with the bad days and days in between.
I love how mama sits me down with fancy picture books, trying very hard to help me utter the names of the pictures. Her cute expressions as she rounds up her mouth to say the words 'boat', 'home' and 'toy' are so comical. I love singing rhymes with her in high pitches and low shrills and making funny faces.
I am growing and learning and while I learn, I make too many mistakes. I spill milk, I write over walls and jump over the sofas with shoes on. Sometimes I do it because I am bored and sometimes its my way of telling you, 'Mama. Take a break and look at me. One day I will be big and I will be gone. There will be no messy clean ups but just some good memories to laugh over.'
I want you to know, one day when I am big enough I will ask Allah to have mercy over you, as you had on me when I was little.
The nosy aunt next doors stopped in for for tea and mom can't hold her self from going blah blah on how good I had been, building castles on my sheer misery. I almost felt as if I have been drugged into sleep by her.
Tell me, whats a toddler's home that does not show reasonable degrees of havoc.
Let me share with you my top two tips that will always ensure your home and mama are in a perpetual hot mess.
1.When mama is working make sure you are working too, on twice the speed she is.
2. Make the best use of your mama's salah times. These glorious moments come 5 times a day. Make sure you do not miss any. They provide the most unprecedented fun.
My favorite activity for the month has been peeling onions. When mama's not watching I sneak out an onion or two and when she's not looking I quickly unfurl the layers and scatter them into the air as if they were confetti. I feel onions are the best gift to a toddler from Allah. They can keep you engaged for a good while and when mama discovers them, she starts to gag. Its all very amusing.
The kitchen of our house also houses the most amazing mystery box, better than any toy box- its called the dustbin! Everyday brings with it new stuff to see, taste and explore. The immense carnival of colors lying within can boggle any toddler's mind. Sometimes I find remnants of food which I happily relish and other times there are empty bottles and broken egg shells. The bottles always have some residual liquid for me to pour and play with. Once, I found a yogurt container filled to the brim with oil that had gone a bit black. I carefully poured it over the floor, to give the drab kitchen tiles a glossy marble like shine. When my mama saw this, she went ballistic. She howled and shot up into the air. I was afraid she would reach the ceiling and impair the vestiges of her brain, which I had mostly consumed. The very next day I made up to her. I soaked my t-shirt in the toilet bowl and mopped the entire house. Her frenzied state of mind that day brought me to a conclusion-women are the most ungrateful race to walk on the face of earth.
Mama is usually annoyed with me because I bang and throw things and do not understand her instructions, but she doesn't know the frustration I go through every day not being able to communicate very well because of my highly limited vocabulary and yet to develop verbal skills.
There are also good days along with the bad days and days in between.
I love how mama sits me down with fancy picture books, trying very hard to help me utter the names of the pictures. Her cute expressions as she rounds up her mouth to say the words 'boat', 'home' and 'toy' are so comical. I love singing rhymes with her in high pitches and low shrills and making funny faces.
I am growing and learning and while I learn, I make too many mistakes. I spill milk, I write over walls and jump over the sofas with shoes on. Sometimes I do it because I am bored and sometimes its my way of telling you, 'Mama. Take a break and look at me. One day I will be big and I will be gone. There will be no messy clean ups but just some good memories to laugh over.'
I want you to know, one day when I am big enough I will ask Allah to have mercy over you, as you had on me when I was little.
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