After a typical day of homeschooling k, 2nd and third grade girls I was ready to quit right before maghrib with lessons “mostly” done. Daddy’s out, and I’m heading upstairs for salah.
Me: Okay, I’m heading up to salah.
Them: sit sit sit ….eyes on TV
Me: okay, then, since nobody is moving, I better not hear any noise. (guilt over not just commanding them to come up)
I get upstairs and see laundry ready to be put away. Good, I can get them to do this.
Me: Hey guys, here’s laundry, so come up here and put yours away.
They come up with no problem, get their respective garments and proceed to their shared room and take the clothes OUT of the drawers, fold them and proceed to put them BACK along with the newly laundered ones..
This got too noisy, so here’s my chance…
Me: That’s it. You are making too much noise. You (oldest) come with me and pray. The others have to sit quietly.
Them: stomp stomp, attitude, attitude.
Oldest Girl: Okay, I’m coming. and gets garments on.
Baby Girl: I’m making salat with “Mommy”
Middle Girl: stomping lighter- no more cohorts. She decides to get a khimar, but does not want to find space with the growing jamat of myself, oldest and baby sister in my room, so she calls the iqamat in their bedroom. No problem. At least she’s on the rug.
Baby Girl: Can I make it with my sister?
Me: This is not time to play. Do you understand?
Baby Girl: Okay.
Music to my ears: Allahu akbar from the front bedroom.
Note: Let me introduce my girls: 9 year old “Becky”, 7 year old “Harriett” and 5 year old “Bella”. They inherited a new step-mother when I married their dad 3 1/2 years ago. I laughingly call myself mean-old- sister Aishah because sometimes I do overreact to their antics and I feel like the bad guy to have to correct manners and insist on tidiness, etc. Life here is full of challenges, but I look for the mercy of Allah at every turn. And it is never far.