If your child wanted to go out to play at zero-hundred hours, and your child was say, for example, 6 years old, would you give permission? If you heard that someone that say, for instance, you know slightly well (and dare I say, admire?) had allowed their young child to go out at such a time of day night would your impression of the ability for this person to parent responsibly be scarred somewhat? I’m asking because of my friend…
I guess you could say I have made a complete adjustment to Ramadan time. For the past few nights, my bedtime has been getting later and later (or is that earlier and earlier?). Last night, I finally made myself go to bed at 4:30 a.m, only to just lay there for about an hour. Dang tea. I do it to myself, you know.
The weirdest thing is getting used to the time that things take place now. What was normally at 12 or 1 in the afternoon, is now taking place at 4 or 5 (read: lunch). It’s not out of the question for me to take a nap (oh, beloved, how I adore thee) at 6 p.m. because who would scoff at someone taking a nap at 2 p.m.? It isn’t going to mess with being able to go to sleep. Except that it totally is and I’m only getting about 6 to 6 1/2 hours a sleep at night these days, which for those that know me well, know that this is not a reality I can live in for long before WhiteGrizilla comes out.
In the past, someone knocking at our gate at 11 p.m. would be not only strange, but a cause for alarm. These days, it’s not only not alarming, but it is usually Charlie and Lola’s playmates asking them to come out and play. I must say that the first time it happened, I wasn’t quite sure if it was appropriate to let my children go out to play at 11 at night. But, doing the mental math (can you tell that I’ve been reading the Math curriculum teacher’s guide?) of the above time transition equation, I realized that while it says 11 on my watch, it is the Ramadan equivalent of 7, which for summer-time outdoor play, isn’t unreasonable.
Call me an unfit parent if you will, but it’s becoming more and more normal these days to have Lola standing in front of me at midnight saying, “Can I go out and play, Mama?” and I say yes.