Scrambled Eggs, Bubblegum, and Sex

          This morning, over a relaxing weekend breakfast of scrambled eggs and tea with his mother and I, my 10-year-old was explaining to us that fourth grade is unlike third grade because now “everyone in fourth grade cusses.” He then added that, “they use all the cuss words like sh-- and a-- but the most common word is the F-word.” After a round of talking about what his own options are in such instances, he naturally then asked, "so what does the F-word mean anyway?" Without missing a beat, … [Read more...]

GrowBaba Spotlight: Dear Son, Make Your Bed

After years of nagging them, the other day I finally took the time to show my sons the actual steps it takes to make their bed. Predictably, my eight-year old popped the question which endlessly bewilders all human males regarding this most counter-intuitive daily chore: “butBaba, WHY should I make my bed?” Preceded by a long empathetic sigh, this daddy spelled out his fully confident, years-in-the-making answer: “Because son, I do it every morning and I know it makes your mother happy, so you ha … [Read more...]

And the Minutes Tick By

I am waiting.I know the time will come. I just don't know when.I try to get things done, and piddle around finding things to do. I prepare as best as I can think of, yet I feel it's never enough.I know my life is going to change forever, yet in the back of my mind I feel calm.I finish some work, start some more, and keep on counting the days, wondering when. Always wondering.Who knew that awaiting birth was so similar to awaiting death?I know I am going to die. Every day … [Read more...]

Sweet and Sour

I roll out the prayer mat and place my feet, shoulder width apart, onto the rug. I pause and take a few deep breaths to focus on the act I am about to begin. I whisper Allah’s name over and over again until I feel the tension within break apart, feel my chest expand and my muscles loosen. I make my intention and raise my hands to my ears. Allahu Akbar. I move slowly through the first rakah, praying with the mindfulness that Allah is watching me. I move into sajdah, forehead and nose touching t … [Read more...]

The Cup

I usually don’t read parenting books. Not because I have anything against them per se, but when I’m not parenting, I’d rather not read about it. Plus, there are so many approaches out there, it often feels like I’m shouldering the burden of cynicism as I approach a specific methodology. Attach, but don’t attach too much for the sake of your sanity. Discipline, but fill their memory banks with a treasure trove of warm fuzzies. Stick to schedules; train your kids to be flexible. Be present, lean in … [Read more...]

A Mother’s Wish

As my daughter approaches her first year I am astonished, mystified, bewildered (insert every adjective you can think of!) at how quickly time has passed.  Everyone tells you and everyone warns you but nothing prepares you for how quickly time races by once you have a child.  Looking back now I sometimes wonder if I wished my daughter through her first year and somehow wished the time away. When I was up every 2 hours to nurse my daughter, I wished she would sleep 6 hours straight.  Now looking … [Read more...]


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