My hands are full with angah and iskandar. Today, we have started a new ruling whereby they shall earn their daily allowances. Previously, we gave them a fixed amount without prejudice. Then, they took us for granted. Therefore, we have to change our strategy.
We draw up their daily schedules and they are to be paid up by fulfilling their daily chores. It is a win-win situation. Instead of me hiring people to do housework for me, I might as well pay the kids to do for me.
Motherhood is not easy. I have gone through the first time and I failed. The result of my failure is angah and iskandar now. I have neglected them in many aspects when they were younger and the two years of absence from each other has made it worse.
We are starting new. Iskandar said it is his 'Hijrah' to come and stay with me. He knew that by now he would have been able to set his feet in Mekah for Umrah with his father. He said it is better with me here.
This afternoon, I spent the time with him at the badminton hall. I played badminton with him. I dont actually spent much time with him before. He always mention that he used to play badminton with achik, his father's sister who was the nanny until he was 12.
During the game, he was saying that I was too serious. He was laughing his heart out. He was not good at all. Ha ha ha.
It will be another game tomorrow afternoon. He is serious about the game. He bought the racket and the shuttlecock, he has used up his weekly allowances and the RM 10 received from his grandmother on sunday.
Iskandar needs to brush up on his multiplication table, at the age of 13 he has yet to master them making his division in mathematics is poor. I am working with him to memorize them. Hope he will be able to remember all by the end of this week.
Tonight, he did a revision on numbers, he is doing it fine but he must always remember to be careful as he is prone of doing simple mistakes.
I am spending more time with him, which I should have done it before. However, its better late than never.
I hope he will grow into a wonderful person the way we are grooming him into.
Ya Allah, help us in making this boy a muslim. A muslim who seeks your blessings in his life as a muslim.
To my dearest Riza, the boys love you so much, thank you for your love and care. I love you with all my heart.
