This Strange Stage Of Parenting.

I had gone to bed that night hoping for a restful sleep. It was a Friday night which meant no drop off the following morning. My children all go to different schools and the toil of school runs sometimes wears me out. At around 2 AM, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was my daughter. “Umm, I don’t feel well. Can you take me to the hospital or call the doctors?”, she said.

A stream of light from the corridor followed her as she walked through the darkness of my room. My room was in total darkness. I like my room immersed in darkness for a deep healthy sleep. As she walked in, I asked her to switch the light on. With the light on, I saw a shivering young lady as pale as day and I watched as she struggled to explain how she felt. ” My chest hurts and I can’t breathe well. It hurts when I breathe” The sleepiness in me vanished and nerves in my brain connected in a multifaceted version. Indeed, the strange stage of parenting is in full swing.

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The confession of my little boy

I cannot remember what the discussion was about, but, I remember my son saying ” Linsey is the favourite in my class, she sits very nicely and reads very well, the teachers like her”.

Pretending I was not paying full attention, I asked nonchalantly, “What about you?”. He continued fiddling with his toys and said, ” I can’t sit as she sits, I get bored and I don’t read as good as she does”.

With this, I gave him a big hug and explained to him how special he is to me and how amazing he is at the things he is good at.

My son is six and he is the most intelligent boy I ever met. The truth is he is not bookish, he does not enjoy writing and you have to remind him of his school homework. He gets bored easily when he is in a classroom setting. He reads because it is part of the family tradition and this routine has taught him to relate to books differently. He has great mathematical skills and that’s all about school stuff. (more…)

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