Oooooh, that Temper!


My Dear Son,

It seems that temper hasn’t left since your infant days, or is it resurfacing? A few days ago, you learnt what it means to sit. Usually – if you’re not in your feeding chair, which is quite often since you started walking – you stand around me clumsily when I’ve got food, sometimes almost knocking the food over or causing a mess, while waiting for me to put the next spoonful in your mouth. So, the other day, I thought it’s high time you learn to sit and eat. And, Alhamdullah, it just took a few seconds to teach it to you! Within seconds, you got the message that you needed to sit before I’d put food in your mouth. How happy was I! But… now… that temper… and stubbornness. The next  day, you actually made me doubt whether you really understood the whole concept and association of meaning because you just refused to sit. I said, “Sit” and you just would not. As soon as I began thinking maybe you didn’t actually grasp the concept after all, while, at the same time – in the hope that you might sit – saying, “Sit. sit. sit”… What did you then go and do? You gave a big squealing shout in annoyance, plopped yourself down in frustration, accepted the food in your mouth, then got up again leaving your mother in amazement. Now that’s attitude. At fourteen and a half months. So, all along you were just being stubborn. Oh, and that temper! I wonder where you inherited that from? Definitely not from your father.These days I’m beginning to see the truth in what they say about children understanding more than what we think they do! Eish!

May Allah, Most Compassionate, erase that little temper as the years go, and may Allah, Most Patient, bless me with the patience to know how to handle your different temperaments and tantrums. Ameen!

With love,

Mommy

Aah, the lessons you teach me…


My Dear Son,

On the 16th September you will, inshaAllah, be 7 months old. Already, you have conquered so much, learned so much and done so much in the few months of your existence: smiling and laughing, rolling over from your tummy to your back and vice versa (shoo! I have to keep a fixed eye on your roly-poly moves. Many times you’ve nearly rolled off the bed!), uttered your first words  (mama, dada, baba, papa, paf, aa, a), almost able to sit completely unassisted (you can do this now for a short while), eating and tasting a variety of flavours (though you had an early but brief introduction to this at 4 months and you took to it nicely), grasping, banging, dropping your toys (we sometimes make you pick them up yourself) and switching them from one hand to the other.  SubhanaAllah! Your world is an exploration free of fear or limits. May Allah, Most Merciful, protect you always. Ameen. You will inshaAllah be crawling soon, teething, walking, talking… I anticipate your many surprises to come. I excite at the blessings you will bring. I look forward to the many lessons you will teach me. Ameen.

Aah, the lessons you teach me…  I know that it is actually Allah, Most Merciful, teaching me through you, my son; and it is through Allah’s Love and Mercy that I am recognising and learning the lessons you teach me.

Since your birth, I have learned about patience and appreciation. You teach me to not rush too much, to not rush your progress, to appreaciate your journey. To value you as unique, too special to be compared. You have taught me to appreciate the different people in your life, the people that love you and want only the best for you.

Since your birth I have learned more about our Allah, Most Merciful, about my salaah, about my connection with Allah, Most High. SubhanaAllah! You teach me about Allah all the time. You teach me that though I love you so and worry about you all day and night, Allah, Most Merciful, is and will always be more important. Allah is Greater than my worry. You teach me that Allah, Most Merciful, is your Babysitter when I am with you and when I can’t be.

I remember and forget some of the lessons, especially the ones about connecting with Allah, Most Merciful. Though I understand the lessons, it is difficult to always practice them because my mind is often busy worrying about you. But Allah, Most Merciful, is All Knowing and Wise.

As I put you to sleep through words of remembrance of Allah, Most Merciful, you help me to constantly keep Allah alive in my mind and on my lips. Just another one of the ways you bring me closer to The Ultimate Love.

You are sleeping now, so soundly. I am so careful not to wake you as you are still learning to fall asleep on your own. May the angels be with you always. Ameen.

With love,

Mommy