Last night, was a rough night.
Last night, I took my daughter to Taraweeh prayer. I was worried that it wouldn’t end well but I really wanted to pray taraweeh. For the last four nights, I had (and still do) have the privilege to put her to sleep and leave her at home with my mother-in-law. But last night, due to the Fourth of July festivities, I wasn’t able to get her home in time because my neighborhood road was closed.
I admit, for the last four nights, I struggled as many others, with the sounds of children playing, screaming and crying during prayer. I even thought a few times, “just don’t come if your kids are this bad”. Guilty with the thought, since I am a mother myself, I understand her struggle to come.
I sure was breaking a sweat as I watched women look at Mariyah and then look at me. I struggled with making the decision to stay or go. I decided to stay.
On the contrary, there were many kind women who came up to me to tell me that she wasn’t that bad and to not worry. I guess the stressed look on my face, was that obvious.
The thing is; they were right she wasn’t “that bad”, I had this tightness in my chest during the whole prayer, waiting for a whimper or a scream. Sometimes we forget that children will just be children, and it really isn’t as easy as people think it is to control them.
Now, personally, I wouldn’t bring Mariyah to another taraweeh prayer. And if I hadn’t had the benefit of my mother in law watching her, I would probably pray at home. Probably, is the key word.
Actually, I have to be honest. the only reason I won’t bring Mariyah to Taraweeh anymore is so I don’t disturb anyone’s prayer. I think that it’s great that children come to the mosque, so they can watch prayer and let the Quran enter their already pure hearts. But i know that not everyone shares my view on this matter, and I wouldn’t want to hear screams throughout my prayer either.
The reason I’m writing this, is because I thought about it, obviously all night.
I once heard a beautiful story of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). He was leading prayer, and during sajood, he took much longer than usual. His followers began to worry that something may have happened to him and looked up to find out that the reason for his prolonged sajood was because his grandson was sitting on his head. How patient this man was and we should learn from this patience.
I feel for you moms. I wish you were by my side at taraweeh prayer. You don’t get enough credit. Praying at home, just isn’t the same.
Now for tips on how to manage children during taraweeh, American Muslim Mom has great advice for you.