tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61641155864784221162024-03-06T01:58:44.973-05:00Aasiya's HomeschoolAspiring to inspire...Umm Yusufhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02864871628646787051noreply@blogger.comBlogger411125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-65638755940734934312015-10-25T23:26:00.002-04:002015-10-25T23:27:23.364-04:00We've Moved......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-20526220312020392152015-10-09T10:38:00.000-04:002015-10-09T10:38:08.035-04:00Reminder<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">This really hit home for me. </span><br />
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As a second child of three children, sometimes your accomplishments aren't as acknowledged as they should be. But this one is big. This one deserves a big recognition. You have been reading for maybe about a year now, but only a handful of words. But now, <i>now you are really reading.</i></div>
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You reading makes me happy. But first and foremost, Im proud of your determination. Your love and passion to learn. Im not always the typical mom who sits down and reviews flashcards and phonics [note: I said not always because sometimes I have those freak out moments when I frantically try to catch you up to the standards]. So because of my somewhat laid back approach, it really truly amazes me when I see the payoff. When I see the magic in your eyes when you've decided you want to learn something, put your mind to it, and get it done. Just like you have with reading.</div>
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Momma is so proud of you.</div>
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Yusuf recently got his own library card, which was very exciting for him. <br />
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A friend of mine used to always talk about putting books on hold at the library. I thought to myself that it was a good idea and all, but really, who has the time to do that?! :/<br />
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Then I moved to Malaysia. There were no libraries in Malaysia, well, none that come close to the ones we have here. And I missed libraries!<br />
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Now that we've moved back, Ive started appreciating this amazing resource we have... alhamdulillah. So, I began putting books on hold. And its a lot easier that I expected, and contrary to what I thought before, it actually saves time. I don't always have the time (or patience) to take all the kids to the library, or even want to drive to the larger ones. So, I sign into our online library system, type in a keyword, browse, and place holds on interesting looking books. Then whenever I have a moment, I drive past the library, run in (or get Yusuf to), and pick them all up. Sometimes it adds up to nearly 30 or 40 books. :)<br />
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Today I just picked up about twenty books. I searched books on Autumn since its now here (and my kids dont really know much about different seasons after spending time in a tropical country), and also books on the moon, because of the recent blood moon/ lunar eclipse.<br />
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If you haven't given this a try, I highly recommend seeing how it works for your family. For us, we love having the benefit of plenty of books at home, without always spending the time roaming the library.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-69950486528925875432015-10-03T12:00:00.000-04:002015-10-03T12:00:00.771-04:00EightDear Yusuf,<br />
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How I wish I could slow time down with you. Of all three of my children, you seem to grow the<br />
fastest. If you only knew how much I try to be the best I can, for you. If you only knew how many times I go to bed at night full of guilt wishing I had done better, going over the things I did wrong.<br />
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Being the eldest isn't easy. Mothering the eldest isn't easy either. By the time your brother and sister turn three or four or five, its not as tricky because Ive already mothered someone that age before and have an idea of what to expect.<br />
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But for you and I, every age is new. Every stage is new. Every challenge is new. It's almost like practicing a foreign dance routine, every step makes you feel clumsy, and you practice and you practice and you finally get it! But theres no stage performance for motherhood, once I finally feel confident in my footing, you go ahead and reach another age.<br />
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You have no idea how many times Ive kicked myself after realizing Ive pushed you to grow up faster than you should, but once you do I feel like Ive missed out. I didn't slow down enough. I didn't savour each moment enough because I was too worried that you needed to be reaching a certain (mostly behavioural) milestone. It actually just hit me, (and hit me hard) the other week, when I realized how long I've been telling you that you're almost nine.<br />
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For the last six months, you've been 'almost nine.' According to the calendar, you still have about sixteen weeks until you're officially nine. But, being the typical mother-to-the-eldest, I've been saying your 'almost nine' for too long. Unfortunately Ive made you 'almost nine' for longer than you've actually been eight. It was only a few months after you turned eight, that I turned you into 'almost nine.'<br />
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You're not almost nine. You're eight. You've been eight for almost nine months, and still have over three months of being eight. And when you turn nine, I promise to keep you nine, not almost ten.<br />
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For you, being eight wasn't easy. And maybe thats why I made you 'almost nine,' to handle the pressures and changes and difficulties better. Maybe I subconsciously thought that if I made you older than you were, that it wouldn't be so hard.<br />
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Maybe moving countries, being homesick, missing family, having your best friend move away, seeing people constantly coming and going would have been easier if you nine instead of eight. Maybe being nine would have made you stronger so my heart wouldn't have to feel the tightness of seeing you hurt. Maybe going though this when you were eight was too hard, but being nine would have made it okay.<br />
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But the truth is that you were eight. And it was hard. And even if you were nine it still would have still been hard. <br />
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And its okay for things to be hard. Because life is hard. We cant escape the tests in life, whether were the age were currently at, or try to grow up faster than we should.<br />
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Here's to making a promise that Ill try my best not to force you to grow up any faster than you need to. And that well stay strong together through all the tests and trials of life. And if you need to cry and be sad and be angry and vent and talk about things that are hard... than thats okay, and I promise to be here for you....no matter what age you are.<br />
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All my love and duas,<br />
Always and forever,<br />
Momma<br />
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Becoming the "cool" parents your kids really need</div>
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Parenting is not about kids, its about parents</div>
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If you're not under control, then you cannot be in charge</div>
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Growing up is hard to do, especially for grown ups</div>
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Keeping your cool means creating space</div>
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Resistance is futile, practice judo parenting</div>
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Keeping your cool means creating a place</div>
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<i>..."If you dont get anything else from this book, get this: Our biggest struggle as parents is not twith the television; its not with bad influences; its not even with drugs or alcohol. Our biggest strruggle as a parent is with out own emotional reactivity. Thats why the greatest thing we can do for our kids is learn to focus on us, not them. Instead of anxiously trying to control our kids, lets concentrate on what we can control - calming our own emotional, knee jerk reactions."... (page 14)</i></div>
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* "In raising my children, I have lost my mind but found my soul." - Lisa Shepherd</div>
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Honestly I really benefited from this book and hope and pray you do too.</div>
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Unfortunately we didn't see any fish. But alhamdulillah we had a nice day out nonetheless. <br />
And we also discovered some super cool plant. I have no idea what its called. But imagine a dandelion when it turns all white n fluffy and you can blow it out and watch the seeds peacefully fly away....[this is an essential part of childhood!]... Anyways this new found plant was a similar idea, except the fluffies were in a pocket thing, the seeds were bigger and probably hundreds of them, and the fluffy part felt like silk! We had so much fun checking them out and blowing them away. I would love to know more about these :) </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-23624672991472097832015-09-26T20:54:00.001-04:002015-10-02T13:46:20.448-04:00Paper Route! <div dir="ltr">
Yusuf has started a paper route in our neighbourhood. It's only been two weeks and its picking up slowly (ie the excitement was really high til it crashed when he realized how much work it was). But I have hope that it will be a good thing for Yusuf. Inshallah it instills a sense of responsibility. And he's been trying to recruit help from other kids in the house, which means he will have to brush up on his math skills to determine how much to pay them. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-10928205111247584722015-09-26T20:42:00.001-04:002015-09-26T20:42:38.412-04:00Soccer Baseball <p dir="ltr">Yeah for amazing weather alhamdulillah! </p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-16965567295139025942015-09-24T10:29:00.001-04:002015-09-24T10:29:41.529-04:00Eid Mubarak <p dir="ltr">From our family to yours.... </p>
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Well.... the title is kinda a lie because I already decided to go ahead and minecraft. Well, I let Yusuf minecraft. <br />
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I have mentioned it before on my blog how anti-technology I tend to be at times with my kids. The thought of them becoming zombies constantly staring at a screen and lacking basic human interaction skills terrifies me. But then there's my hubby who reminds me that this is the way of the future. Just like out generation is so much more into technology, our kids will by far surpass us as well. *screams inside*<br />
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Yusuf never asked me for Minecraft. It was actually <i>my</i> idea. Yes, Ms Anti-Techology went ahead and initiated getting her son into this highly addictive trendy game. I kept hearing other Mom's talk about it... so I started asking more about it, watched some videos and even read some articles. <br />
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I held my breath and accepted that I cannot shelter my babies from the realm of video games forever and perhaps if it was a mutual thing, we could make it work.<br />
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Our family has a weekend-only policy for TV and computers (unless its strictly educational, or ...if Momma isn't feeling well and needs a break...) so Minecraft falls into that category. So my fears of it being overly consuming and addictive were calmed through that. And the fact that so many other kids are into it , kids whose mother's I respect and share values with, also made me feel better.<br />
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So it's been about two months since Yusuf got Minecraft. It was his gift for Eidul Fitr. He's not as into it as I thought he would be, however there were a few basic things he didn't understand but is now understanding so that's helping. Also, Baba is back, and able to play with him and discover things to help him along the way.... things that Momma couldn't really figure out.<br />
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But hey, I better still get all the credit for being the one who initiated this!<br />
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Any thoughts or experiences with Minecraft in your family???Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-73355003710700239492015-09-17T10:40:00.001-04:002015-09-17T10:41:58.623-04:00The Tongue<p dir="ltr">When they stick their tongue out while concentrating. <3 </p>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10662082740688718415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164115586478422116.post-3106070403031448712015-09-15T10:51:00.000-04:002015-09-15T10:53:59.866-04:00That Time of Year Again!Its that time of year again when I kinda become jakyll hyde-ish. One moment Im super pumped and ready to take on another year of homeschooling, the next Im seriously freaking out thinking Im ruining my kids and considering which would be the best school to put them in.<br />
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My emotions are greatly triggered by senses. When I feel and smell the cooler September air, the flashbacks begin of all the great things we've done along our homeschooling journey. But then I see cutely dressed kids with their new back packs and lunch boxes and think maybe my kids would be better off going to school too.<br />
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*sigh* ......motherhood<br />
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Im beginning to learn, understand, and truly accept that no matter what we do in life, well always be making mistakes, but learning and improving too. <br />
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Im also realizing that because I chose to homeschool, I (mistakenly) thought that things would be sooo much smoother and in my control compared to if the kids went to school. I was in for a rude awakening and I believe that is what was / is to blame for so much of my crankiness. When I learn to let go of my expectations of perfections and embrace that my kids and I are going to make mistakes together and inshallah learn through them and become stronger and closer, then... Im ok.<br />
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So heres to making tons of mistakes, but accepting that its okay. <br />
Because mistakes are proof that were trying.<br />
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Here's to waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but also waking up to snuggles n cuddles.<br />
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Here's to having kids that excel in some areas, but struggle in others.<br />
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Here's to regrets, but also to accomplishments.<br />
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Here's to feeling like were drowning, to feeling like were on top of the world. <br />
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Here's to good days and bad.<br />
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But most importantly, here's to embarking on this journey together as a family. <br />
Alhamdulillah. <3<br />
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Siblings Without Rivalry, by Adele Faber and Elaine Mazlish was an awesome read mashaAllah and I highly recommend it! I was able to finish it in less than three days as it is an easy read because it is laid out in a format which narrates classes that the authors had conducted. It also has comics as a bonus :p<br />
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Some interesting points that stuck in my mind were ...<br />
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*Having a sibling/sharing a parent can be compared to having a co-wife/ sharing a husband. No matter how much you're reassured that you're loved, there will always be insecurities and comparisons. <br />
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*Validation is key! When siblings are driving each other (and you) nuts, remember that<br />
-insisting upon good feelings between children mostly leads to bad feelings<br />
(ie. your son is telling you he hates his sister, you tell him he loves her, he just gets more angry)<br />
- acknowledging bad feelings mostly leads to good feelings<br />
(ie. your son is telling you he hates his sister, you acknowledge the fact he is frustrated she broke his lego creation, he feels validated and he more easily moves on)<br />
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*To be loved equally is somehow to be loved less. To be loved uniquely - for one's own special self - is to be loved as much as we need to be loved.<br />
(ie. when your child asks who you love the most and you say you love them all the same, they naturally feel inadequate. But to point out you love that certain child for such and such a reason would make them feel more special and recognized as an individual)<br />
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Once again, I highly recommend this book for anyone with more than one child. Enjoy!<br />
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