One of Those Days


My Dear Son,

Fun, right? Okay, there’s no water in there. But, still… Fun, right? I mean, for a 14-month-old (one week away from 15 months). You’d think it would be a little fun. Like 2 minutes fun. Maybe even 1 minute fun. But, noooo. You just walk right pass it. And, a lot of the time, pass all your other toys too. Like you have nothing to do, so bored, itching to scratch in things you shouldn’t, and throw over things you shouldn’t.

Alhamdulilah, there’s very few things that are hazardous for you in the house. I can actually count just 2 things that we need to say “No!” for – the TV and the plugs section next to your Dad’s side of the bed. The kitchen you’re not allowed to be in. But, those are exactly the things you go for when you get the chance. Now and again you’ll actually listen to me and turn around. The section next to your Dad’s side of the bed – we created some kind of barrier that worked very well until a few days ago when you took the whole thing apart effortlessly. Ma shaa Allah, you’re one strong little boy.

Our pass few days have been very bored and listless. Your Dad thinks it’s because of the hot weather. I think it’s because I just don’t feel like playing.

Today, I’ve tried to put you to sleep so many times. I think you’re on your way to Dreamland and then you get right up… to play…? Nooo. To moan and nag. I know you’re tired but everytime I try to make you sleep you just get up. Again… and again… and again. :-l Now, at the end of the day, I finally have you falling asleep in my arms as I write this. So, I gather bedtime is not going to be easy… now that you’ve had a late nap.

But, okay, I feel better now. I’m not so kuku anymore. Alhamdulilah. Now the question is, will you let me put you down? At times like these I should really just remember this:

With love,
Mommy

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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

My Dear Son


My Dear Son,

Where do I start? Assalamu’alaikum is always a good start. May the peace and blessings of the Beloved Allah, Most Merciful and Compassionate, always be with you. Ameen.

I have decided to write letters to you expressing my love for you, and my Love for your Creator, Allah, Most Merciful. It is my hope that these letters will one day draw you even closer to Your Creator. Ameen.

My dear son… You are my dear, adorable son, mashaAllah, and I am your mother. This is a new experience for both of us… A new love. I cannot fathom any love for you greater than mine and your father’s, except the Love of your Creator. The One that moulded you loves you more than anyone ever could. Always remember this.

With love,
Mommy