Baby in waiting..

Today is the 8th week to the minute that my Hajar is pregnant.When I was carrying her,I was 25 then and she is hardly 23 years old.I guess sometimes being a younger mom makes a great difference and it helps,especially when it comes to bonding with the child.


It is a beautiful feeling knowing that not too long from now you be hearing to the wailing of hunger or wet,the cry of colic.I wish little babies don't have these colic,they make those poor darlings cry all night long and them young parents freaking out their wits.I remember the times when Hajar,Mariam,Shifa' and Aishah had those knee -jerking arm -throwing sessions,all through the night and there I was cuddling them in circle,round and round the room,till I got the migraines.


Now that they are all grown up and becoming mom and aunts,I look back and ponder,how did I manage such task,caring,nursing,feeding,though that's what I am still doing.Well,some how or rather, Hajar will be doing that too.


She has to realise that,no mom ever escape such ability,even though she might think whether she can do it or not.It will comes naturally for when a mom looks into the eyes of her child,the mother in stints blooms and like she has been train all her life,she just starts off fine.

I have ponder over and over these years and I still cannot believe myself the miracles that I do with my children.No matter how much you sometimes screams at them or feel upset that you wonder what you have done wrong,you know that you have done a good job when you see them walk away with their spouse for you now can smile and say "Now it is your time to be a wife and a mom",most probably she too will be as fine as you had or perhaps better,that will be the best gift.