boys will be boys
My Mom struggled with me a lot. Not so much with Othman. He was sober, calm, pious. I was rough, loud, rebellious.
Both of us turned out well in the end. Alhamdulillah.
That's the lesson, Aai.
Boys will be boys. They'll have their fixed beliefs, their tantrums, their insecurities, but they'll always have you. You in their corner and you to snuggle with at night when they've had a bad dream.
Ja Ma, jee le zindagi!