Monday

It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep, my sleep schedule is mixed up because the never-ending sleep over gang didn’t sleep last night, I went to bed after morning prayers, and promises that they would pray and sleep only to find out of them awake at 7:30 in the morning!

That’s not the point, this afternoon I had an appointment with my physical therapist for my wrist, since none of my kids were home except my youngest (they were at the movies with their Aunt), I took him with me. He came wearing his too small for him crocs and a plastic toy top. As we waited for my turn, we played eye spy (colors & letters upon his suggestion) we played thumb war, then he got bored of my games and sat on the floor and plates with his top. Yes, I am aware that the hospital floor is not the cleanest place to play, but I kept an eye on him so he didn’t put his hand on his face and when he played long enough to be satisfied I reminded him that the hospital floor was full of germs and he happily agreed to go wash his hands (and the top) but as he was playing and people passed by, I realized that I couldn’t care less what people thought, I didn’t care if anyone judged me for letting him sit on the floor, I knew it wasn’t the end of the world and I knew he was old enough not to put his hand in mouth while playing and the bathroom was literally down the hall. I remember with my older children, I worried more about what other people thought of me. Now, I honestly couldn’t care less. As long as I’m doing what I know is best for my child, that’s all that counts. This comes of course after I learned the hard way not to judge other mothers. Honestly, this has made life much easier for me and less stressful. As we say in Arabic: “if you know my dad. Go tell him!” a saying we use when we want to show that we don’t care what others think.