I'm always telling Shakir that he should be grateful for the things that come his way because many are not as fortunate as he is. I try to remind him that he is blessed in many different way that he takes for granted, but naturally, he doesn't always agree with me. Anyway, yesterday the bypass bus we normally take home broke down, so we had a long walk and boy, did that child talk my ear off.
It all started when I got the brilliant idea to encourage him to make up a story, which he would in turn write down once we got home, thereby practising his handwriting, composition skills, grammar and spelling all at once. Well after a bit of protest, Shakir settled into the idea and began to really exercise that imagination of his. He came up with a super hero, by the name of Super Echo. Super Echo has the power of super hearing, super strength and when he speaks, his voice echoes and renders his opponent unconscious. The super villain has no super powers, but uses his own gadgets and inventions to rob banks. His alter ego lives at home with his mother, who has no idea of misdeeds. I was really intrigued with the idea and so I decided to keep encouraging him, but I didn't want him to forget once we got home so I urged him to not get too carried away with his tale. But once creative juices have begun to flow, its difficult to turn them off. I decided to change the topic, asking him about his day instead. "Did you have something to eat by granny?" I asked. "Yes, I had bread and hot dog and sorrel juice and I finished it all and I gave thanks." "Okay." "Was that a good boy?" "Yes, Shak." At this point, a man rode past us with a small boy on his bicycle bar. "Mummy, he is like Jaheim, but smaller. And you know Jaheim got one of those shirts? I wish I had a baby sister though, but you can't handle me and Jaheim sometimes because we does give you stress." "You're not always stress, boo. You all are blessings to me as well." "Mummy, you know a baby sister would be a blessing too." "Shakir..." "I know. You don't want anymore." "That's right and you should be grateful that at least you have Jaheim to play with. You two have each other and a lot of children don't have any brothers or sisters." "And I have to give thanks that I have someone to play with. Mummy, you know that today..." Unfortunately, I can't remember what he said, but he finished with, "and I gave thanks." Three times in one conversation this child going on and on about how he gave thanks so it was with a little uncertainty that I finally asked, "who did you give thanks to?" "To God!" He returned, his voice think with emphasis that let me know that his answer was obvious. "Okay." "That's a good boy, mummy?" "Yes, Shakir." And I gave thanks.
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About AllisonAllison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero. Archives
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