My youngest, Nuwayrah, is 1 year 8 months and I cherish this moment so much because she was born when her sister, Nusaybah, was the same age as her now. I kinda pity Nusaybah for not getting enough attention and TLC from me in her first two years of life. How couldn’t I feel so? I was stuck with postpartum depression ever since she was born, then got pregnant with Nuwayrah when she was 11 months. She definitely didn’t have a great babyhood experience with me.
Learning my lesson, I try to cherish every single thing about Nuwayrah. And I have been trying to love my both girls unconditionally despite me scolding and yelling and nagging at them. To be perfectly honest, setting my heart on them wasn’t that easy until recently when I started going through therapy sessions. Alhamdulillah
I’m very happy with my life today.
I do get tired with the chores every now and then, but I’m getting the hang of it. I’m conforming to the routine and I’m able to accept that our house is another workplace for me, apart from my real workplace at uni.
Yes dudes, for us moms, the house is our workplace. We ain’t see the house as home unlike you.
And speaking of yelling, chores, and workplace, we managed to dismantle our bed today on this divine Saturday after contemplating our abilities for years. We thought the bed was tightly screwed and the woods are real thick. But to our surprise, it was easy as and I am proud to live motherhood the minimalist way, as they call it. Who set the name anyway?
Why the trouble to dismantle?
Because Nuwayrah has reached the stage where I can leave her playing with her sister while I pray or having some time for myself. That’s a tremendous achievement for her Alhamdulillah, but that also means that she tends to climb and jump and run all over the house just like her sister, without knowing the risks behind it. In other words, things are getting less secure when we have (pretty excessive) furniture in the house and we need space for them to jump around.
I live with my parents-in-law whose house was established over 30 years back. So one can imagine how complete everything is. Furniture and kitchen ware are all there.
Anyway, we disassembled our bed and live with just the mattress. The girls could happily play together and Ibu
has found her peace of mind. For those who plan to live on your own and ready to start a family, I’d really suggest you to reconsider buying furniture because you would want to have ample space for your children to play and grow in the safest environment possible.
Having too many furniture and high beds are only going to give you headaches when they start exploring every angle of the house. And ‘worse’ when they begin crawling! After all this (little) years of mothering I learned that keeping one’s house as minimal as possible is the safest environment for children and that means a happy life for you because you don’t have to worry about the glass cabinet and its sharp edges.
What I’m sharing here is something that I picked up along my journey thus far. This may be petty but I really wanted to pen it down hoping that this post would bring a new perspective in your motherhood adventure;
That never be afraid of trying something new especially if it brings good to you and your family.
Be bold to make changes even if the hurdle has been there for years. We contemplated our abilities to remove the frame but we didn’t know how easy it was until we actually gave it a try!
Okay I have to be honest, I was already a dinosaur mom when it happened. I was so furious that my girls were jumping day and night on our bed that I couldn’t help but dragging them down. So the extremely angry me then took off the mattress and began removing some parts of the frame. Then I got the Daddy into the picture to help me with the rest.
All this didn’t really have a good start. Had back pain in my first attempt trying to dismantle it because I work with huge fire inside me. I was pissed off with my girls. So there you have it, a minimalist mother who turned from a dinosaur into an angel and blog her story here so others could learn from it. Have a good night sleep mothers. Now I don’t have to worry about anyone falling off their bed anymore.
p/s: I’m still marveled that we finally got rid of the freaking bed. Otherwise, it’d be a struggle to keep my eyes on them when they jumping on it.