My son taught me something about communication today.

Rauf refused to go bed. I gave him everything I could think off without overstepping the boundaries. Nothing worked. It didn’t make sense because he didn’t nap the whole day. He was yawning and moody and everything seemed to have checked all the boxes for being ‘sleepy’. I was so tired. Husband’s jet lagged. I was on my own and it felt like Rauf was new in this world again and I was struggling to figure everything out.

Only after 1.5 bottles for formula, it dawned on me to ask ‘Rauf are you hungry?’ He looked down, nodded his head and said ‘yes mommy’. It was the saddest thing to hear and I felt my tears building up because as his mom why didn’t I think about that in the first place? Idiot.

So we spent 20 mins in the kitchen, Rauf kept asking for bread and I told him to wait cause I wanted his cheese perfectly melted and the bread nicely toasted for him. We had a little picnic date at midnight. Even though I felt like the worst mom in the world, I’m grateful for what happened cause it made me realise that communication is Key. It’s THE key. If we learn to ask, so will our little ones. And ask confidently. So that one day when they’re all grown up, heaven knows they need a bit of bravery imbedded in them. And for what we say to them, we will definitely hear them back, one way or another.

Thank you for always teaching me, kid. You amaze me every single day.