Between the constantly sprinting hours that my days have now paced into, I sometimes think about how delicious, (yes), it would be get some time off to write here. Running a household and attempting to stay abreast of the chores during the first few months with a brand new baby does tend to blur up the lines between the weeks so that before you know it another Friday has come and gone and another milestone reached; the happy, gummy smile being a lasting favourite. Another Ramadan has come and gone and yet another summer glares, sweltering the air beyond the sun-warmed windows as you look out to the masjid still under construction; the hazy sounds of the hammer and the drill discernible through the loud hum of the air conditioning within. The same sounds of summer swimming across the memories of my childhood.
Alhumdulillahi Rabb ul-aalameen.
And how have these past months witness us pass? With tiny baby Z becoming a little bigger, his wobbly little head getting more stable, his little cheeks growing rounder and him taking to thumb-sucking (this might be hereditary =D). There are days that strangely seem both long and short with me rocking a restless Z to sleep in my arms to doze off for a few minutes as I sneak out to the kitchen to do the dishes; a minute later he pouts out a sob, wanting to be held again so I wash off the soap suds and run back to rock my restless Z in my arms for him to doze off for a few minutes before I tip toe out again. I look up at the clock then and sigh as I see how the hours have passed and I’m still rocking and there are still dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. This is how it is before it gets easier so I take a deep breath and think about my life now. How many times have I been blessed to have a beautiful little child cradling in my arms before and Allahu a’lam how many more times again? In spite of the occasional exhaustion, Allah swt has blessed motherhood with a joy that runs deep and fuels you through these long-short days.
Alhumdulillahi Rabb ul-aalameen.
Some days, just as Z is waking up from his afternoon nap, A will come into the comfortably dim room and swish open the curtains with a flourish, letting all that hot, June sunshine stream onto a stretching Z; “Let’s have some light!”, she announces as we protest through squinting eyes. Sometimes we sit by Z and gurgle out baby talk as he cocks his head to one side and looks up at us, wide eyed, occasionally gurgling back at us. And every once in a while it occurs to us to look up baby pictures of A and A, so we start up the old laptop and laugh at how small they were and how much Z resembles them. During lunch, while I’m eating, Z often stares at me from his rocker until I catch his eye and then, he adorably scrunches up his nose and gives me the happiest little baby smile and an excited baby wriggle to go with it. Oh, what a joy babies are! May Allah grant us all the joys and rewards of raising our children in a way that is pleasing to Him. And may He grant them healthy, beneficial, good lives and make them sadaqah jaariyah for us.
Alhumdulillahi Rabb ul-aalameen.