My little daughter..

'Ainaa Qistina will be two years old this February. And somehow I am quite surprised by her ability to understand and express her feelings towards us..her parents. Sometimes it does get into my nerves and Nazrin's too, to the extent that I would scream or slap her butt. But the thing is, even when she does stop her crankiness when I did that, I feel bad inside. I don't want her to turn up like me, well at least my parents know well hgow bad I behave when I was a child.

It was difficult to get to her level; it's not that she is naughty or such..It's just that when I have so much work and time keeps demanding my presence, she will keep me from my work with her whining and crying, throwing things or even throwing herself. It makes me sad to see her like that, just because she doesn't get what she wants. I wonder why she keeps extending her screaming at me, is it because I simply not credible enough to be her mother?

Yesterday for example; she didn't want to sit in stroller and didn't even want to wear jer shoes. We were catching a bus and therefore, I could not afford to have her crying and being grumpy in the bus as you know the Germans wil give you the you-don't-know-how-to-take-care-of-your-daughter look. So, I put her in my arms and start carrying her. The bad thing is, we missed the busand even the next bus at 8.12 doesn't stop to give us a ride. I was so tensed with the situation because my bag was heavy with laptop and I had 12kg-daughter in my arms as well. I had to carry her to another busstop which is 500 m away and ride another bus. Thank God it is not full as always. When I arrived in the University bus stop, I had still to walk for another 700m up the hill to bring her to the kindergarten. But she still refused to walk and thus I had to carry her till there. It was a maddening experience because my body just cannot stand the weight, but maybe God wants to train me to be strong, well who knows..

The result was, I just have no mood whatsoever to do my overloading work. I just can't stand it anymore. I came home crying to my sleepy husband who has been working all night in front of his computer, and that was useless. I called my mum and my father in Malaysia, and thank God, I did found peace. I'm just so grateful that God still let my parents be, when I am in trouble. Even though I always makes my dad mad at me, he just always had the formula for everything. And Abah, thanks for the advice. I know I am not a very obedient daughter to you, and I did have my share too. Thanks anyway for everything.

P/S: The moral of the story is, be EXTRA patient with your daughter's whining..