The Diary Game || SCHOOL ENGAGEMENTS AND MY SON'S STRESS: A LESSON OF PATIENCE || 19/03/2026

Hello! Steemians, I bring you a report of my son and I now that my wife is still away from home for her postnatal rest. Like I always say “the experiences are evolving everyday” and I pray she comes back as soon as possible because her son is taking me through serious lessons which inspires me to be more patient with how I managed myself with him especially when I should have flocked him.

The stress from my son is what I feel only his mother can bear. He kills my time for his attention and gives double jobs when I think of resting. Let me report everything about my day and how my boy dealt with me in trying to express that he can do all things if given the opportunity. But giving him an opportunity, do you know what that will cause? Read down as I begin from the morning routine.

My alarm interrupted my cool sleep as it rained late at night, giving the house a beautiful temperature better than artificials (air from fan or air conditioner). The season is hot and every one anticipating the downpour that has been dribbling our anticipation until last night that the sky was full and lacked containers to store the waters, it finally let them down like the tears of the angels, comforting the earth and cooling down the heat that had overwhelmed the earth crust.

Shot from Samsung A05 - Cultural Display Practice by Pupils

Cooking as Connoisseur

Once I heard the alarm, I was tempted to snooze it but only realized it was for a purpose of waking up to responsibility. I got up and said a short prayer and went straight to the powerhouse (kitchen in this context) . I had the things I bought through the week for my son's breakfast and that of going to school with. As I touched down there, I picked up the spaghetti and did the needful, combining other ingredients, giving the aroma that even my nostrils could not resist. “Am I a connoisseur of all delicacies?” I had to ask myself because I have been cooking different foods in the past months but not spaghetti and the taste I got.

**Photos of from home to the school in the morning **

I was done before waking up the boy to brush his teeth, bathed him, fed him, and he slept of after i had dressed him. It wasn't too long electricity was restored, i joyfully ironed my shirt and then took him to school about 7:35am. As the chaplain of the school, I was free to go to school and I decided to join the school bus with him.

When we got to school, I spent time in my office to record my examinations for all the classes I taught computer studies. While others were still having their exams taken in various classes.

In the afternoon when they had finished their examinations, I think that was the conclusion for the term, the pupils practicing in groups as directed by their teachers about what they will display during the closing ceremony next week Tuesday. In their line up of activities was a cultural display in which the pupils were grouped into the four ethnic groups to represent the Efiks, Igbos, Yoruba, and Hausa. They were taught to sing, dance, and speak in these languages, bringing not only varieties in what they will present but for the unity of Nigeria and tolerance.

Cultural Dancing Practice

After the school closed, we went back home. Along the way my son started showcasing his doings, dragging to a kiosk for biscuits even when he had some in his hand I earlier bought for him from another shop whom he pointed me to with a squeezing face of about to cry. It was then I realized he doesn't like the brand of biscuits I bought for him. “Noway” I told him, and I didn't buy again even when he walked and stood in front of someone's kiosk.

He branched to pick biscuits so that i pay

It was already 3 pm on getting home, I decided to wash his school uniform and a few of his dirty clothes, including mine anyway. While I was washing outside, the boy was busy scattering books from my shelf and writing with crayons everywhere, using the wall as his school marker board. At this point, I was tired. I can't think of finishing the laborious domestic duties, and he is still adding more to it.

Scattering the books for me while i was washing Clothes

I scolded him and threatened to beat him if he touched anything else, but he kept going on and on with other things. What saved me from his troubles was when I played cocomelon on YouTube for him. He used my phone and listened to it until I was done washing and tidying up the house.

Arranging the books my son scattered and other works at home too till evening from the time I finished washing clothes. From arranging the books, I noticed some of the books I should burn, and I used that opportunity to clear them and burn them up. About 5 pm, I took him shopping at Richway Supermarket for a few things my wife needed for me to bring to where she was.

At Richway Supermarket

I got my experiences everyday, children under 5 years could seem stubborn, but they are not stubborn. They are only trying to express all we are doing. The big question now is, Steemians, how do you handle children under the process of learning?

Thank you, as I anticipate reading your response from the comment section.

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