Month: November 2013

Of Stars and Sun

Isa currently is having an obsession with stars.

I am not sure if he knows what a star is in real life (our skyline is not very clear for him to see stars at night), but he can recognise the five-point shape quite easily – on books, shirts, and bed sheets alike. He has been asking us to repeat the nursery rhyme ‘twinkle twinkle little stars’ over and over again while he moves to it, and draw him like thousands of stars.

So yesterday morning he woke up to a morning son, looked through our bedroom window blind and pointed it out loud : ‘Star!’. I corrected him saying that it is the sun, not a star, to which my husband said : ‘It is technically a star, so Isa is correct.’

I was like, meh. He is only one year old. No point in stressing to be technically correct.



One with a Goose Egg

When I was in boarding school, I remember the advice given by my teacher: Do not call your parents late in the evening. To receive a call at such times can be nerve-wrecking, it could be a bad news being delivered. I refused to follow the advice.

Now that I have become a parent myself, I understand where the advice was coming from.

Today, while I was at work, I received an Instant Message (an intracompany service) from Isa’s crèche’s administrator. My heart skipped a bit – no news is good news when it comes to the crèche most of the time, so I know this would not be good.

She told me that Isa fell down while playing a ball with his friend, and that he now supports a head bump. She explained that while they have applied ice, but it seems that the bump gets bigger. I asked if Isa cried and requested to see him.

So I went down to the crèche to find my cheerful son, now with a goose egg on his left forehead. The childminder apologised profusely for that – well to be honest, I am pretty sure such thing could happen at home too, and I don’t think there is much she could do to prevent him from playing (I’ve tried that it doesn’t work).



With Isa still wanting to play (I do not notice any disorientation) – all praise and thanks to Allah – and still refuses to sleep, I am assured that he is fine. I asked the childminders to monitor  if he starts vomiting or shows any signs of pain and they promised me they’d do so and will let me know.

I guess they have done their very best by doing the necessary thing and most importantly, informing me of the accident. A child is a child, there is no way you can stop them from playing (believe me, I’ve attempted that many times) and a sleepy child who refuses to sleep is indeed prone to more accidents!