Raising children is an ongoing process that requires selflessness, courage, and a lot of giving. Many parents today lack this courage because they are too focused on providing for their children and miss out on some of the most significant, fascinating, and beautiful moments from their childhood.
The first is that it advances your professional, friendship, and fatherhood. Children are impulsive, don’t think twice about what they do, and communicate from the heart. It gives you experiences and enables you to discover the true beauty of life.
As a father, you must be in the photo or tale cover of your child since childhood is the time of life when we all grow up with unadulterated energy and memories that are kept with emotions in our hearts. It also marks the beginning of our final chapter with our family, loved ones, and life. Old age is beautiful because of the memories from our childhood; they also help us remember things. Additionally, it revitalises and renews our soul, enabling us to reflect on the past, recognise the value of time, and gain a deeper understanding of what life is all about.
Many of us weren’t even there when our kids were born or during their pregnancies. It’s equally harmful to not have these kinds of experiences.
Additionally, it prepares us for instances where we will have to give guidance to our children in the future.
It’s the period when strong ties between parents and children are formed.
It benefits you as well as your children on their own.
Scrolling through my phone as the bus idled in traffic, I had just finished a long day at work, feeling tired and hungry. I couldn’t wait to get home. I decided to check my blog for today’s writing prompt. I hadn’t posted in a while due to circumstances beyond my control, but today’s prompt intrigued me. Unlike the usual repetitive questions or topics, it asked me to share a lesson I wish I had learned earlier.
This topic struck a chord with me and prompted deep reflection. A mix of contempt, anxiety, pressure, and regret washed over me, leaving me uncertain of where my thoughts were headed, but I knew it was not toward a desired destination. I paused and glanced at the prompt again. My mind filled with glimpses of my past—unfulfilled dreams and aspirations that sharply contrasted with my current life. Emotions and frustrations bubbled up within me. I couldn’t help but think about what I could have done better. Route I should not have taken. Every wrong hasty decision. We are one mistake away from a total different experience called life
One decision away from a different life ✌️
If I could turn back time, I would exercise more patience and thoughtfulness in my decisions and actions, even though the circumstances leading to those choices were often sincere and offered limited options. Unfortunately, no amount of regret can reclaim the time spent unwisely.
To me, a lesson is a period of instruction to learn a skill, or an experience that yields valuable insights for future safety and well-being. While I believe in learning from the experiences of others, life often teaches us its own lessons, regardless of how patient, thoughtful, and careful we try to be. We are always just one decision away from a radically different life, which is why it’s essential to exercise patience in our choices. Every decision comes with consequences, and patience can save us from many mistakes and much misery.
I was drawn back by the sudden stop of the bus and was surprised it approached my stop on time, despite the heavy traffic. I felt eager to be greeted by my children and spouse, whose presence not only brings me joy but also eases every atom of regret that has led them to my life.
I am starving, Daddy! Could you please help me dish some food? she said.
“You can serve yourself after all you served yourself earlier today,” I replied.
“But Dad, I couldn’t this time. Please help me out!”
I got up from the couch where I was sitting with her younger sister, who was resting on my arm, pretending to sleep. “Chizzy, wait! I will be back,” I said as I laid her down properly on the couch and covered her with a blanket. I went straight to the kitchen, dishing out rice and stew, then returned to the couch to continue what I was doing.
Prior to her request, I had been contemplating writing a blog post about the habits that bring me joy. Sundays are particularly special because I am off from wor, unlike week days when I’m often busy with work while Saturdays serve for overtime. This gives me ample time to spend with my family, especially my two young daughters, ages 4 and 6.
Woke up with a smile🥰
Very early this morning, both of them came out of their room to sleep on my bed. Although it was uncomfortable for me, as I had to squeeze like sardines in a can, I could never imagine telling them not to be there or to go back to their room.
Again, what habits bring me joy?
Weekends, especially Sundays, are always special. We have so much time together, knowing this opportunity comes just once a week. We did skits, ran around, played together, enjoyed ice cream, watched movies, and studied. Now they are both tired and hungry. Unfortunately, their mom went out for work, leaving me to care for them alone. Tomorrow, I will leave very early in the morning before dawn, missing the chance for our morning greetings like we had today.
As I write this, Omalicah, my daughter, is still eating her dinner while her sister is resting on my arm, waiting for their mom to come back before going to bed. Yes, these habits give me immense joy as a parent. The joy of nurturing my children, being present, and watching them grow under my care and guidance are habits that not only bring me joy but also make me feel fulfilled.
The funny thing about names is that we seldom choose what we are called.
Names are given to us, and if you’re lucky enough to have one you love, congratulations! You’re in the minority. For the rest of us, we often just go along with the names we’ve been given.
Before diving into the topic of nicknames and the stories behind them, I encourage you to read my piece titled *Reason for Your Name* for a better understanding of the article.
Names come into existence through complex emotions, and they are influenced by many factors: circumstances, traditions, events, beliefs, the future, and the state of mind of the person giving the name rather than the person bearing it. Nicknames are no exception.
Be mindful of what you choose to identify with.
Surprisingly, our nicknames can change as we grow older, unlike our birth names and official names. By now, you might be wondering why I haven’t yet revealed my nickname and the stories behind it. The reason is that I have quite a few, each associated with different times and circumstances, chosen by family members, peers, and friends. From “Sir Booyiant” to “Americana” to “British” to “Big,” people have chosen these names based on their experiences, understanding, expectations, and the dynamics of their relationships with me.
However, despite having little control over what nickname people assign to you, you do have the right to reject any name that doesn’t define who you are and what you stand for.
(poem)..The poem was inspired by the writer’s experience—a dad with two lovely young daughters. It narrates the anxiety and pressure that come from working far from home, Watford to Borehamwood
Parenting truly requires a great deal of selflessness. Our children not only take up space in our hearts but also influence the values we hold dear. They draw our focus away from self-love, leading us to prioritize their needs and well-being above our own. In many ways, they shape and guide our lives in profound ways. It can be challenging; a person who approaches parenting from a selfish perspective may struggle to embody the principles of intentional parenting. Our time, money, thoughts, and actions inevitably shift to cater to our children’s needs. Balancing our priorities while embracing the sacrifices of parenthood is no small feat, and it’s important to acknowledge the emotional journey that comes with it.A selfish person has no place in parenthood
It was a hectic workday, and I had just returned home. After taking a bath and having dinner, I was ready to tackle my assignments, which I had been putting off for a while. However, I also needed to focus on my usual learning and teaching with my kids, which was becoming increasingly overwhelming. I understand the importance of education, especially at my kids’ early stage, and I strive to instill a culture of learning and studying in them. They must stay up to date with their studies and school assignments.
As I tried to relax on the couch with the TV on, my peace was soon interrupted by Boo-boo being chased by Omalicha. They ran out of their room, screaming and laughing, clutching their iPads.
“Can you girls reduce the noise?” I cautioned.
“Okay, Daddy,” Omalicha replied.
“Why are you screaming?” I asked again.
“Boo-boo… Mommy wants to take our iPads away,” they both gasped, panting as they jumped on me, seeking a shield and protection like people trying to escape an angry lion.
Just then, I heard my wife’s footsteps approaching.
“Babe, can you please tell them to switch off their iPads? They’ve been on them since they got back from school,” she said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Can you believe Chimara hasn’t submitted or had her school work marked for the past two weeks? She even skipped some homework!” my wife continued, clearly frustrated.
“Seriously?” I responded in shock. “How was that possible?”
“Babe, last week I thought it was just a mistake. You know they are given assignments every week to submit the following week. When I realized her last week’s work wasn’t marked, I got worried.”
“Chimara, is that true?” I asked, who was starting to shiver at my reaction.
“Stand up,” I instructed, and she stood in front of me. “Why was your assignment not marked? And why did you skip one of your assignments?”
“Chimara… Daddy, I—I…” she stuttered.
“Did you not submit your assignments to your teachers?” I cut in.
“Daddy, I did, but…”
“But what?” I pressed.
“Why would your homework not be marked if it was submitted? Your mother said you didn’t submit your homework according to your teacher when the class was asked to turn it in.” At this point, she began to mumble, unsure of what to say.
“Okay, I see,” I said. “I realize that you’re starting to get distracted. You’ve spent too much time on your iPad, just like your mother said. Since you girls got back from school, you’ve been on those devices, and that needs to stop.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied.
“Hand it over to me.” She gave me her iPad.
“Akuoma, give me yours too.”
Boo-boo, “Mmm, okay,” and reluctantly placed it on the table.
“Now listen, both of you. This will be the last time I receive complaints from your teacher or your mommy about you not doing your homework or not submitting your assignments. Whenever you’re back from school, make sure you complete everything your mommy asks before picking up your iPads. I have realized that both of you are losing focus, not just on your studies, but on other things as well. Therefore, I will be taking your iPads away for a week, after which you will get them back.”
“But Daddy, I promise I will always do my assignments and be a good girl!” both pleaded, but it was already late, and I was determined to help them regain focus. If it meant taking their iPads away for a month, then so be it.
I used to have a deep love for myself. Life was fulfilling, and I felt content, surrounded by everything I desired. But then, I got married, and I noticed that my self-love began to shift. A considerable part of it was shared with my spouse. Then our first child arrived, and I found that 70% of my self-love had been redirected towards them. At first, I accepted this change. But with the birth of our second child, I realized that almost all of my love had been given away—to my spouse and my children. I began to focus solely on their needs, often putting aside my own desires. I willingly gave up things for myself to provide for them. Every sacrifice I made came from a place of love, and I endured challenges for their happiness.
❤️ Children’s love transcends all ❤️
Despite this, I came to understand something beautiful: that while self-love may nourish the soul, it is selfless love that truly blossoms. Watching my children play, laugh, and express their affection fills my heart with joy and lifts my spirit in ways I never imagined. While self-love can be comforting, witnessing the pure, genuine love of my children is a soothing experience that transcends all. It’s a reminder of the profound depths of love we can share with others.
When I was young, my mom recognized the significant influence I had on my younger brother, to the extent that he often followed my lead. As a result, I frequently bore the brunt of the blame for his mistakes, along with the associated punishments. At the time, I struggled to understand her reasoning, though I still hear echoes of her voice: “Do not mislead your brother!”
As I transitioned into adulthood, I realized that many people share my late mother’s perspective. In group settings, affiliations, and workplaces, I often find myself being one of the most sought-after sources for opinions and guidance. Just like back then, I still bear the blame for others’ mistakes. According to them I am popular and therefore indirectly influence People that appreciate my perspectives and admire my opinions. Opinion I still find hard to accept.
Recently, I have delved into content creation focused on parent-child relationships, particularly emphasizing the importance of a father’s presence in their children’s lives. I have been amazed by the tremendous support I receive from the public, especially from our wonderful fans who watch, listen, like, comment, and share our programs. Their love and support reinforce my mother’s insights about my capacity to be an influencer.
While influencing can lead to fame and riches, the key distinction lies in the energy we choose to cultivate rather than merely the number of followers, likes, and wealth we accumulate. Now, as a father of two wonderful young girls, I find myself cautious of my behavior and the impact it has not only on my children but also on those who look up to me. Although I am not perfect, I recognize the importance of cultivating a sense of responsibility in our homes and fostering love and affection in our parent-child relationships. I can still hear the echoes of my mother’s voice: “Do not mislead them.”
From the melodies of raindrops to the sweet scent of puddles, combined with the fresh air and cozy atmosphere of cool weather, if you believe that sunshine and snowfall are the epitome of happiness, just wait until you dance in the rain.
It’s August, and my younger brother and I are back from school. We wasted no time preparing the evening meal, as our mother had asked us to do before she returned from the market.
August is well-known for its rainy season in Eastern Nigeria. This time of year is marked by incessant rains, which means we need to be quick with our chores to avoid getting into trouble. The weather has begun shifting from sunny to breezy, and the winds are picking up, signaling that rain is on the way. Thankfully, we completed our tasks just in time.
In Eastern Nigeria during the late ’90s, it wasn’t uncommon to see teenagers dancing and playing in the rain, and that’s exactly what my brother and I were looking forward to as soon as the weather changed…to be continued
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