my tribeThe first week of school, after a two and a half month summer, is nearly over and we are slowly getting into the swing of things. 


I love the schedules, the school calendar, the time tables. The order of it all is just so… ahh… comforting! It only takes a short while before I start dreaming of our next break, but being back home is such a blessing.

There is a feeling I get when landing back in Riyadh, which is like sitting back in your favorite chair that has moulded its self to your body perfectly. Everything fits into the right place. It is an enormous relief, no matter how much fun we were having, to be back home where I know where everything is if I need it.

When I am traveling I feel totally disconnected. My life here revolves around my family – ‘my tribe’ as I call them.  This is not only my ‘mini tribe’, consisting of my husband and children, but of my whole tribe of mother, father. sisters, sisters in law, brothers in law, cousins, aunts and uncles. It is a foreign feeling to be somewhere without the them for a long while.

Although we live our lives separately we also live them in union. Yes, we all live in our own independent houses and have our own routines. Yet during the week we have lunches and dinners together, cousins come back from school to one of their aunts houses, and little ones have sleep overs and weekends away together. And if there is ever anyone who is ill, God forbid, or needs support, then we all come together without a second thought.

The whole always comes before the individual.

I remember when I was 15 and at a sleep away summer school I would speak to my mother every day. My room mate looked at me one night and said “You know, you really have to cut the apron strings. It’s not healthy to speak to your mother every day!” What would she say if she knew that so many years later (well not so many but a significant number of years), after marriage and 4 children, I see my mother at least 5 times a week!

As I am growing older things are changing, as they always do. Some of my sisters have moved away. Some may as well have because they are always traveling. My grandmother, whom I saw every day if I could help it, passed away 8 months ago, and as a result my aunts no longer stay on one place. So coming back home is bitter sweet.

I am hoping the invisible rubber bands that keep us all together will start pulling everyone back home soon. Or pulling us to them. I don’t mind either way! But I am a bit lost without my tribe.

How do you live your life in relation to your ‘tribe’? Are they part of the daily picture? A once a month visit or only on holidays and special occasions? Do you live in close proximity or are you all scattered around the map? What is the norm in your culture? 
This is an original post to World Moms Blog by Mama B from Saudi Arabia. She can be found writing at her blog, Ya Maamaa.

Mama B (Saudi Arabia)

Mama B’s a young mother of four beautiful children who leave her speechless in both, good ways and bad. She has been married for 9 years and has lived in London twice in her life. The first time was before marriage (for 4 years) and then again after marriage and kid number 2 (for almost 2 years). She is settled now in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia (or as settled as one can be while renovating a house). Mama B loves writing and has been doing it since she could pick up a crayon. Then, for reasons beyond her comprehension, she did not study to become a writer, but instead took graphic design courses. Mama B writes about the challenges of raising children in this world, as it is, who are happy, confident, self reliant and productive without driving them (or herself) insane in the process. Mama B also sheds some light on the life of Saudi, Muslim children but does not claim to be the voice of all mothers or children in Saudi. Just her little "tribe." She has a huge, beautiful, loving family of brothers and sisters that make her feel like she wants to give her kids a huge, loving family of brothers and sisters, but then is snapped out of it by one of her three monkeys screaming “Ya Maamaa” (Ya being the arabic word for ‘hey’). You can find Mama B writing at her blog, Ya Maamaa . She's also on Twitter @YaMaamaa.

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