Framed Them Mother's Day 2019

Last 12th May was the Mother's Day Celebration at kids' school.
So for the first time, Yusuf and Fatimah made the lovely cards for me!
And yeahhhhh, of course I framed them.
Thank you to to Miss Su, Miss Najwa, Miss Fara and Miss Wani.

Love,
Mama.

They Say No Matter What You Do, You Get Tired.

I'm a mother of two toddlers.
3-yo Yusuf and 2-yo Fatimah.
Alhamdulillah.
Life has been erm...challenging.
Full with unexpected things.
Good memories. Bitter memories. But Alhamdulillah.
They say the days are long but the years are short.

Well.It's true they say no matter what you do, you get tired.
Yup true indeed. No matter what I do, I get tired.
I face that. I face that now.
I'm tired. But I still stand.
I'm tired. But I still go.
I'm tired. But I still do.
I'm tired. But I still show.
I'm tired. But I still read.
I'm tired. But I still sing.
I'm tired. But I still dance.
I'm tired. But I still feed.
I'm tired. But I keep my patience.
I'm tired. But I still act.
I'm tired. I'm just tired.
But I'm still very much alive.
At times.I lose control.Yes.And I regret that every single time.

Toddlers. They need you. ALL THE TIME.
Leaving them without supervision? Bad idea. The brother may hit the sister, intentionally or unintentionally. The sister may fall from the push car while playing alone.
So nope. You cannot leave them behind. You stay there, supervise them, be with them.
Now I know how moms run to the toilet, run to the kitchen, run out for the dry laundry. How moms run. How moms eat. They stop walking. They fly.

For all the hospital nights. I love my kids.
For all the cries and screams. I love my kids.
For the nights I sleep in pukes. I love my kids.
Never a day that I forget to pray for my kids' well beings, for their health.
But then again, Allah knows what is best.

Read it somewhere.
Don't ask why Allah lets it happen.
Ask what can you learn from it.

Ya Allah. Show me. Make me see. Make me see clearly.
Ya Allah. Make me listen. Make me listen sharply.
Ya Allah. Make me feel. Make me feel deeply.
Ya Allah. Please. Take away all the sickness.
Let patience be with me. Be with me all the time.
Sabar.

Bathe them. Dry them. Clothe them. Comb them. Prepare them food. Feed them food. Make them milk. Wash the bottles. Play with them. Sing with them. Read to them. Teach them. Dance with them. Draw with them. Color with them. Kick balls with them. Wash their poops. Change their diapers. Fill up their water bottles. Change their wet clothes. Change their dirty clothes. Wipe the pukes. Wash the pukes. Wipe the wets. Wash the clothes. Dry the clothes. Iron the clothes. Pack the school bags. Unpack the school bags. Not to miss the medication (during sick times). Drive them. Pick them. Ask them. Treat them good. Repeat.

I love you two my love Yusuf and Fatimah. Mama pray that you two grow well, with good hearts, healthy, happy, geniuses, handsome and pretty, rich and generous and for us all to have good lives in dunya and akhirah. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. Tonight, I have kissed you two goodnight. We have said prayers to Allah together.

Ya Allah. Sihatkanlah anak-anakku, Yusuf dan Fatimah.

Love,
Mama.