The power of OBSERVATION: What to do after shopping
I wrote about Rayyan’s quick witted by operating PC on his own before. Since then, I tried my best not to show much of negativity or bad habit in the house (although failing abysmally like every day, but at least, I am trying, huh). Nevertheless, that is not what I want to write about today. Recently, I discovered something else.
It is quite a well-known to those who read my blog regularly that my sons loves shopping (I don’t really understand where they get that from..hahaha yeah right, *grinning). So last Thursday, we went to buy some groceries since all our stocks almost clean out. My elder sons were ecstatic. We didn’t really spend much time there since we need to get their younger brother for a check-up, he was on fever for two days already. After check-up, we rushed straight back home.
As we entered the house, normally my sons would help carrying all the items that we bought to the kitchen, including their diapers. I would then packed every single item in their right place, stocking the veggies, fruits and herbs up in the right containers in the fridge, while the dry items would be placed in cabinet that specifically for food. Well, this time, it was them who did the stocking. I didn’t realize what they were doing at first, I thought they were looking for their yogurt in the fridge, because I was torn between exhaustion and the urge to clean up chicken quickly.
Farhan didn’t join his brothers as he was feeling not well. He was only wandering around the kitchen, looking and busying himself with something else. I finally realized the twins were helping me keeping the stuff when I found all plastic bags were empty, and the fridge suddenly full. I was deeply touched. Remembering how I yearn to have girls in the house, and my boys showed me it was not a matter of gender, it was a matter of love and discipline and also intent observation of course.
Well, it was true that I found baby corn in kitchen cabinet and Farhan’s new socks in the fridge, but still, the gesture taught me a lot. And I was like forever move when something quite funny happened,
‘Oh, I see someone claiming their reward’, said my husband.
The twins were trying to take their favourite yogurt drink from the last plastic bag. I took it from them, and helped them opening the plastic wrapping the yogurt drink and took one bottle each for them. While giving the drink, I planted a kiss on their cheek.
‘Thanks’, I said.
Unfortunately I didn’t have the opportunity to snap few pictures during that time. However, I still remember it quite precisely so that I can write about it. I tend to forget things these days.
I am not a perfect mother, not very affectionate most of the time, neither very much a good one. But insyaAllah, I am trying and do my best to be one. Thank you my children for teaching me new thing everyday.
I am (and your father too) really is growing up with all of you.
Love you always my dear sons.Qider Firdaus Bandar Baru Bangi