Count Your Blessings

When we start to count flowers

We cease to count weeds;

When we start to count blessings,

We cease to count needs;

When we start to count laughter,

We cease to count fears;

When we count happy memories,

We cease to count years.

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Unpredictable turn of events.

Yesterday was Sawaab’s birthday and we had decided to call our friends who are visiting from Qatar for Dinner.  Which was a coincidence. Well the preparation for dinner was extensive but I feel rather guilty coz we could’nt do anything fun for THE KIDS. Now generally, a birthday is not exactly celebrated in the convention way at our home. It is a day when we would take the boys out to an amusement park or the Dubai Ski or Umm Al Quwain Aqua Park followed by a Movie of their choice.. I LOVE animation and fairy tales So I enjoy them as much as the boys do .. ..  Perhaps this week end we’ll make up !

I am terribly under the weather today .. My sinus is getting the better of me .. But I am allergic to dust and cleaning the house before the visitors arrived just aggravated the whole thing .. Eman  couldnt believe the clean and tidy look of my bedroom and gave a shout to his brothers just to check in on the room !!

Food was great, I had slogged in the kitchen from 2:00 on and managed to make Butter chicken, Mince, Masala Chicken, Choole (a traditional dish made of chickpeas and potatoes which has a bitter sweet taste) Tuna cutlets, With Plain zeera rice, Raita, Salads and followed by Fruit cocktail and Ice Cream. The buffet set was perfect. Everyone sang songs in my praise and yes, I did forget about the excrusiating pain in both my heals for those couple of hours. Why is it that all the tire and pain just becomes apparent once the guests have gone ! Sheikh bhai was there too with his lovely boys.  Its a joy to watch those boys, so much reminds me of the difference in personallity between sham and me.

So it will be doctors today .. and hopefully after 48 hours of antibiotics I will be fit as a fiddle ! Judy arrives tomorrow. How I have missed her company. She is close to the most well learned and aware people I know. Its heavenly having good neighbours .. what say ??

For Every Mother

F O R     E V E R Y     M O T H E R 

This is for all the mothers who didn’t win Mother of the Year last year.

All the runners-up and all the wannabes. The mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care.

This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see my goal?” they could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, saying, “It’s OK honey, Mommy’s here.”

This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can’t find their children.  (And the mothers in Iraq whose children died in bombings).

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the for mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just arrived safely home from school.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who don’t.

What makes a good mother? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?  Or is it heart?  Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? 

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn’t.

This is for reading “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then reading it again, “just one more time.”

This is for all the mothers who aren’t perfect. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

For all the mothers who bite their lips- sometimes until they bleed- when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won’t stop.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears- and tears- on their children’s graves.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.

This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomach aches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there,  only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up.  Right away.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.  And mature mothers learning to let go.  For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. So hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere.  You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world.

The Janitor Vs The CEO

The Janitor
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An unemployed man goes to apply for a job with Microsoft as a janitor.

The manager there arranges for him to take an aptitude test (Section: Floors, sweeping and cleaning). 

After the test, the manager says, “You will be employed at minimum wage, $5.15 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address, so that I can send you a form to complete and tell you where to  report for work on your first day.”

Taken aback, the man protests that he has neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the MS manager replies, “Well, then, that means that you virtually don’t exist and can therefore hardly expect to be employed.”

Stunned, the man leaves. 

Not knowing where to turn and having only $10 in his wallet, he decides to buy a 25 lb flat of tomatoes at the supermarket. Within less than 2 hours, he sells all the tomatoes individually at 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day, he ends up with almost $100 before going to sleep that night. And thus it dawns on him that he could quite easily make a living selling tomatoes. 

Getting up early every day and going to bed late, he multiplies his profits quickly. After a short time he acquires a cart to transport several dozen boxes of tomatoes, only to have to trade it in again so that he can buy a pick-up truck to support his expanding business. 

By the end of the second year, he is the owner of a fleet of pick-up trucks and manages a staff of a hundred former unemployed people, all selling tomatoes.

Planning for the future of his wife and children, he decides to buy some life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. At the end of the telephone conversation, the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents 
electronically.

When the man replies that he has no e-mail, the adviser is stunned. “What, you don’t have e-mail? How on earth have you managed to amass such wealth without the Internet, e-mail and e-commerce? 

Just imagine where you would be now, if you had been connected to the internet from the very start!”

After a moment of thought, the tomato millionaire replied, 

“Why, of course! I would be a floor cleaner at Microsoft!”

Author Unknown

Moral of the story:

1. The Internet, e-mail, and e-commerce do not need to rule or determine your life.

2. If you don’t have e-mail, but work hard, you can still become a millionaire.

3. There are much greater connections than the Internet.

4. E-mail addresses are free, and companies are begging you to take one. What does that tell you?

5. Seeing that you got this story via e-mail, are you closer to becoming a janitor than you are to becoming a millionaire? 

If the answer is janitor, then e-mail is obviously not the key to money.

6. If you take what you have, and multiply it each day, not only will you become a millionaire, you will also become a billionaire. That equation works for all things in life.

7. It is far better to be a happy janitor than an unhappy millionaire, but all other things being equal, it is better to be a happy millionaire than a happy janitor. You can help more people.

8. Closed doors are often blocks to the wrong path.

9. Unbeknown to most, the janitor in many corporations, is actually happier and sleeps better than the CEO.

10.It’s really not the job that’s the bottom line to your happiness. 

REALLY!

Getting there in progress

For all those of you who are wondering what happened to the decluttering and organizing of the Craft Studio, well good news, we are getting there. After slogging and slogging endlessly, I am almost tempted to just pack off a couple of cartons with all the misc stuff ,, they are the ones that I have problems with .. I mean where do you place some advertising door hangers which you THINK you will use one day .. or maybe a some glycerin or the scores of color pencils that keep popping up from where all not !  But we ARE getting there. Sam has been so patient infact this was my birthday gift that I had asked of him – P A T I E N C E .

My closest friend Min has just delivered a baby boy, this little one comes after 3 little girls .. I was pleasently surprised for her, coz well close as she is to me, she never mentioned the pregnancy to me ! But what matters is that she and her baby are in good health. With 3 boys in the house, there are certain times virtually every day that I find myself spilliting my hair .. I wonder what she is going to do ! She has really been brave venturing into unknown territory ! Women are not natural mothers .. We become Mothers .. it takes time .. AND one thing we need the most is “patience”  Rest tomorrow …

Quotes on Parents, children, Family and raising kids.

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Families are a link to the past &

A bridge to the future.

Sometimes, some of the simplest statements made can carry the deepest and the most impacting messages. Here are just a few about parenthood.

“It is not what you do for your children but WHAT YOU TAUGHT THEM TO DO FOR THEMSELVES, that will make them successful human beings.”   Ann Landers.

Bill Cosby generally says it, just like it is. Here he says on Fatherhood

You know, the only people who are always sure about the proper way to raise children ? Those who’ve never had any.

Being a mom myself, I have come to realize, nothing describes being a mom more than this thought by  Elizabeth Stone, which appeared in Readers Digest.

Making the decision to have a child ~ its momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. “

How entirely true !!

By far, the one line I try to remember the most especially when I find my boys getting into a pickle is this one here by Catherine the Great, in “A man’s work is never done, by David Z. Nowell.

I praise loudly, I blame softly

The way we talk to our children, becomes their inner voice“.  Peggy O’mara  Also with the same thought is another line which says, ” Everything you say to your child is absorbed, catalogued and remembered ” !!!

” You should never sacrifice three things, your family, your heart and your dignity “.

“There is no one way to be a perfect mother, but a million ways to be a good one “

“To be in your children’s memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today” Anonymous.

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
~Diane Loomans, from “If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again”

Thank you for visiting me today.  I would love to hear if you liked these pearls of wisdom.

Kindly leave a comment to let me visit you as well.

Regards

To collect or not to collect. What do you collect ?

Ok so yesterday was one of those highly-constructive days. We piled up quite a few chores in the task list and Sam and I managed to nearly complete “All”  of them, which is quite rare,  including having this computer reformatted at Ahsan’s shop.  I could never really understand computer guys. They are almost like technical doctors. You can’t argue with them and just have to go with what they say the problem is !  Well in the end, I gave him a wee bit of my mind and look where it got me .. hey I am writing, aren’t I ?

Today is loaded with another huge list too,, but this one is more domestic in nature.  Sam is working from home. Wonder which ways is better anyways .. .. having him home and not being able to interrupt him is really making me restless. The list contains small and big 20 task ! Lets see how it goes by the end of the day.

  1. The bedroom = 7
  2. Boys room = 2
  3. Craft room = 3
  4. Study room = 2
  5. Lounge room = 5
  6. Reception room = 2

Between the last 15 years, before and after my marriage, I have changed quite a few homes, but some of my must-have collecteables have never changed.  Do you have any hobby of collecting something ? Please share it with me, I would love to know. I love to collect, fridge Magnets, wind chimes, wicker baskets and miniature toys. I suppose the little girl in me never outgrew ! I also collect story books ,.. but thats less as a hobby, more of a necessity for the boys. I was a reading teacher and I believe one of the best gifts we can give our children is the gift of “Reading” . Therefore our little library collection already has more than 300 +/- books. Different age groups and different themes.

I used to love collecting Mugs too.. until I realized this was a hobby that I could cultivate only with a very very large house. Unfortunetly I had over 200 mugs by then !! Yeah, Ofcourse Creative Naush came up with a plan, I started packing sweets and tiny toys in them; wrapping them up in golden wrappin papers knotted  pretty ribbons and off they went to friends and my son’s friends.. needless to say, they are one happy bunch. Still I have in excess of 150 mugs.

Oh and by the way, did any one try out the “PROFESSIONAL TEST” in my previous post ? Please tell me how you fared ?

Breaks over .. gotta get back to the list.