Pause

If I interrupt this silent reverenceWith a hurry up, come, what do you see?I divert her quiet moment with nature,And point it instead at me.At screens, voices, more stimulation,Questions, answers and explanationsBut what really matters, what makes it real,Is that here she learn to listen and feel.Touching the textures and rhythms of creationThis reverence may one day lead to worshipOne day she may hear the pulsing glorificationFrom rocks under foot and leaves over … [Read more...]

The Paper Boy

It was near the end of last summer when my son Mahmood, then eleven years old, got excited about a simple flyer inserted into our local paper.  It was an announcement that a new newspaper carrier was needed for our street.  I, on the other hand, had reservations about the idea.  In my mind, taking on a newspaper route was a lot of work and involved a great deal of logistics.  I let him sleep on it and sure enough, his interest was still alive the next day.  So I told him to go ahead and call the … [Read more...]

Jannah

Tears streamed down my little ones eyes as they said goodbye to their grandparents yet another time. I gave them a hug and whispered reassuringly, “There are no goodbyes in Jannah.”Jannah. Heaven. Paradise. My absolute favorite discussion topic with young children. When a child is able to understand the concept of Jannah they have reached a very important milestone. They know the end game. Their life has direction. They begin to understand that serving Allah SWT is an essential component tha … [Read more...]

Then it Struck me: I am reborn…

 Since my son has opened his eyes to the new, blurry to his eyes, world, I started seeing the world differently. Throughout this last year and the years to come, I am being raised all over again along with my son. I am being recycled as a new human being, but this time with more patience, compassion and appreciation for the value of life. Motherhood has become a necessary ingredient defining me rather than just a name on a birth certificate. Having a child has made me value life. It has made m … [Read more...]

Of Hot Showers and Cat Poop

This morning, I decided to do something that single people do. I decided to take a shower. You know, a shower. Oh, I take showers all the time, but usually about a day later than I wanted to because of the constant demands of the house and children, This morning, everyone was up, so I deposited the baby in his brother's room, put on cartoons, grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I was so silly, so naive....I had only been in the bathroom a few minutes and had not even started … [Read more...]

Swing Rapture

Storytime? Ice cream? The Children’s Museum? Jump n’Jungle? A walk to the park? A movie? A new toy?How can we make this day right?What if I just push you on the backyard tree swing as high as it can go?-Maha EzzeddineCan you capture a motherhood moment with your camera? Share your photo and a brief caption with growmama readers by sending it to growmama@gmail.com. … [Read more...]

Manners

There are many differences between children raised in America and children raised in other parts in the world. But there’s one aspect in raising children that most people believe comes from the home and not the country the child lives in. Manners. However, in a recent visit to Palestine, I couldn’t help but notice that well-raised children have better manners than well-raised children in America. When I say well-raised I refer to children that come from a nurturing and caring home environment wit … [Read more...]

Graduating from the Kiddie Table

My husband and I traveled to my parents' house for Thanksgiving weekend. We were prepared with diapers, our laundry, and the ingredients for the cornbread stuffing. We were also ready to sit with our siblings. Thanksgiving day would bring both sets of in-laws, mine as well as my older brother's, and it promised to be an eventful day. For the "kids" (ages range from 16-27), it would include stuffing our faces with all the delicious food that we wished would magically appear in our own kitchens as … [Read more...]

The Pacifier

The Pacifier. Yes, I capitalized the P. Where do I begin? My son hated it the day he was born. On day two, while getting circumcised, the doctor was trying to force it to stay in his mouth. I guess other baby boys don’t scream during the procedure. I thought the doctor was going to tape it over his mouth. My son must’ve gotten the point, because he suddenly took it. And kept it. Nineteen months later, I’m trying to take it away now.Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like it’s always in his mouth. S … [Read more...]

Lending Libraries

 When I was twelve years old, we moved from a village in the country into a house in town. We lived right on the main street, which was called, surprise, surprise, Main Street! I was very happy to finally have a room of my own, and I was going to be allowed to walk to school. What bliss for a young girl! But the best thing of all was that the public library was just a few blocks from our house, and I could walk there whenever I wanted. I loved that library. It was the place I went when I was sad … [Read more...]