Friday, April 19, 2013

Father's Struggling to "have it all"

According to a certain someone, I'm not the sweet, generous, accepting Gaia that I used to be... And I think he's mostly right. I've grown a backbone and I've started to take a stand and not meekly give in to whatever capricious whim I'm subjected to.

I do believe in "keeping the peace" and I'm (usually) more than willing to listen to the other person but yes, I am a lot more "aggressive" now :-P. I'm not 100% happy about it... I've grown up in a very civilized home, my parents hardly ever raised their voices when speaking to us or to one another and I rarely remember them fighting. I had an idyllic childhood filled with laughter, good food, lots of books and family that was always there for me and while I would love to provide Baby M with the same comfort and security that I had as a kid, the father's got to play his role too.

Sadly, the scene below is all too common:

"A senior television executive is reading a bedtime story to his eight-year-old daughter. It is 10pm and he has just returned home from work. His phone rings – a work call – and he answers it, leaving the story unfinished.

Perhaps, however, executives struggling with the issue should reflect on the old aphorism: “Work, no matter how stimulating and rewarding, will never love you back.”

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

What's Gonna Work?

Teeaam work!

I'm addicted to this:'s+gonna+work+teamwork+song&aq=1&oq=whats+gonna+work+te&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

Can't post youtube videos because sadly, youtube is blocked in Pakistan :-P

11 Months

Although Baby M is a lot more independent now and only waking up a couple of times at night, I'm still perpetually exhausted :-(. I've accepted a part-time position at work (starting next month Inshalah) and I technically have a lot more time than I used to... I just don't get where the day goes!

Baby M wakes up at around 6:30/7:00 am and we usually play and cuddle for a little while. Then, I plop him on his potty and wait for him to do his business :-P (maybe I should put "potty-trainer" on my resume). Mashalah, he's growing up so fast, I wish I could capture each day and relive it over and over again... He's standing up on his own now and can walk holding on to furniture or my hand. He also makes a LOT of noise, specially when he's excited or frustrated. It's funny and I'm not usually that sentimental but I feel like I fall in love all over again when he smiles... and when I'm angry/sad/stressed, I just focus on my baby and my mood clears immediately. Alhamdulilah, I feel so blessed to have him in my life... 

Dear Baby M,

I pray for your health and happiness. As you grow up, I hope you develop strong faith and the ability to do the right thing. I pray that you will be compassionate, generous, trustworthy, respectful, intelligent and humble. I hope you will experience life to the fullest and enjoy each and every moment. And I hope you will continue to light up my life with your infectious joy.

Love you loads,