My Dear Son,
Today you test my patience more than other days, I think.
Patience, patience, patience. Shoo! I need a lot of that sometimes. Never-ending roly-polies, sleep protests, feeding tantrums… You are just developing. I know this. Alhamdulilah. I just have to keep reminding myself. And I just have to find a way to clean your dirty bum quickly before you roll the other way, and then the other way. I just have to find a way of quickly getting you at the right time. I guess I haven’t yet fully learned the lesson on timing, hey, or maybe it’s more about speed. Either way, indeed, you are a test from Allah, Most Merciful.
May I never lose my patience with you. Or if I do, may you never know it. Ameen.