My Dear Sons,
It’s been too long since my last letter. So much has happened.
We’re all in Cape Town together again, alhamdulillah. As I’m writing this, I can feel your new little brother’s first movements in my tummy. Yes, inshaAllah, Z and T, you will have another brother soon. Ameen.
Right now, Z, you are sitting on the couch in your Daadi’s lounch, watching Fireman Sam on Youtube, your most favourite thing to watch. It allows me to be busy with other things for a bit, while the guys of Fireman Sam keep you entertained. Who would have thought I’d be so grateful for kids’ TV? Ever since your cousins introduced Fireman Sam to you, everything is all about being a fireman. You even introduce yourself as Fireman Z!
After about an hour, if not more, of eating your bread, Z, you just now suddenly exclaimed to me, “I’m finished!” It took me a few seconds to realise that you were referring to your bread. Ai. I don’t know when you will start eating better and faster. And then you so sweetly ask me, “Is Mommy proud of me?” And I say, “Yes!” enthusiastically, “I’m so proud of you that you ate up all your bread.”
T, you are still asleep at this hour of 9 a.m, alhamdulillah. You are now officially weaned off breastfeeding. And I actually think that you are now finally sleeping much better, alhamdulillah. It took two nights of extreme crying, shouting, agony and hitting. On the third night you fell asleep in the car on our way home and when you woke later in the night, you were quite content to fall asleep again in your Dad’s arms, and that’s where you stayed for the rest of the night. Alhamdulillah.
T, you’re still so feisty and head-strong. Though your physical strength is amazing MashaAllah, I think your strongwilled nature outweighs even that. You certainly have a way of challenging everyone around you. Sometimes you walk around literally just looking for mischief or something or someone to challenge, as if thinking, “Mmm, what can I stir up next?”
Despite your ability to rile people up, especially me, to quickly just hop up again after a fall, to take on a new challenge- physically and mentally- your little heart melts and your adorable eyes well up should someone dare raise their voice at you.
You have a way of softening people’s hearts when they look at you. MashaAllah. Despite all the mischief you get up to and the challenges you throw my way, you also have the ability to warm my heart at the end of the day. Alhamdulillah.
Z, the other day you said something so sweet, MashaAllah. And that’s what I’ll end off with. We were sitting in the car, waiting for your Daddy to get back from the shop and I had just gotten off the phone with your Mama (my mommy).
I said, “I have the best mommy in the whole world!”
You looked at me and responded simply, “You’re MY best mommy in the whole world!”
That must be the sweetest thing you’ve said to me yet. Alhamdulillah.
May I live up to that. Ameen. And when you’re eighteen years old, inshaAllah, may you still think that you have the best mommy. Ameen.