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Officially 1!
For the past year, my baby has been my favourite!
When he was a newborn, I would just hold him at the end of a long day and he would be my comfort…
Of course, by the time he was 4 months, he was no longer my quiet, sleeping-most-of-the-time, little bundle of joy, he was more like the curious, life-size toy that I brought home for my other kids to poke and prod!
When he was 6 months, oh MashaAllah (what God wills), he was my little roli poli play thing! So, so, very yummy!
Having a third baby is so different from a first and even a second… he can never make me as frustrated as his brothers, and he can always make me laugh! It was lovely. Stressful… but lovely (thank God).
I have to say though, that it’s my opinion that kids are most difficult between the ages of 1 and 2… It is when they can walk, run, climb, and SCREAM when things don’t go their way! It is much more challenging that the infant period, so my little darling could possibly be booted out of first place??
I'll take a lot of love, but only a little happiness
I love that my heart is filled with love.
It means that it is full of compassion and humanity.
It means also that sometimes it is filled with the opposite of happiness… because how can we feel love without feeling hurt?
I fear that too much happiness may make me forget about God.
With a little happiness, I will surely be thankful.
With a little happiness, I will surely still feel sympathy.
With a little happiness, my heart can surely remain full of love.
When I feel the opposite of happiness, I hold tight to God, I appreciate the little things in life, the small mercies, the miracle of my babies changing into men little by little everyday.
When I feel the opposite of happiness, I see clearly, I am reminded that this life does end, and that I hope my true happiness is being saved for me in a better place.
When I feel the opposite of happiness, I know that I still have humanity, I know that I still care.
I know that while my world suffers from injustice, hate, and indifference, I can never feel bliss.
I know that I feel love, and that is better for me.
Everyday news from my home country makes me so sad, this is dedicated to the victims. Read just one of the stories.
My kid Lies!
So, as I was sitting at my computer reading blogs working, my 2 year old came up to me and asked “can I have apple mommy, pleeeeeeeeeese?”
I said “yes, baby, 1 second”, and tried to finish what I was doing on the computer really fast so I could get his apple. Now, he possibly thought I was ignoring him, but I really was just about the get the apple, when he asked again, “mommy, can i have apple pleeeeeeeeeese?”
I quickly got up, went to the kitchen, washed the apple, peeled the apple, cut up the apple, put the plate on the table, and told him to come eat it, “here you go baby, eat it up!”
2 yr old: I don’t want apple
me: what?
2 yr old: I don’t like apple
me: WHAT? But you just begged for apple!
2 yr old: no, I said, mommy can I have some cold water in a cup!
Martin Luther King jr. day
Thanks to my calendar of events, I was reminded that today is Martin Luther King jr. day.
To mark the occasion, here is a story from suburban turmoil which I really liked, and my own article on looking for change and racism.
