... today played hand-wrestling with Amar. Of coz I pretended to lose ... He beamed with pride when I told him, "Wah! So strong ..." He looks so cute flexing his muscle in front of me, and so loving and considerate when suddenly he asked me, "Mama! Did I hurt your hand?" and kissed my hand gently while rubbing it ... I said 'NO' and kissed his soft and chubby 8 years old cheek. I love you Mama ... me too son, me too ...
Moments like this you want to cherish. Just like his elder brothers and sister, each and everyone of them have their own magic moments like this with me. One day, like them ... Amar will eventually beat me in hand-wrestling. I'll genuinely lost to him. My old hand will hurt and I shall need all the kisses and gentle rubbing from him!!!
I'm dreading the day ... yes! But that'll another roughly 10 years from now.
So I'll just enjoy and make the best of the time ... till then. Gave him and his elder brother, Muaz, my all. When the time came ... I'll have no regrets whatsoever ...
By then, I'll be way past my 60's ... grey hair and all.
I just hope his father is still by my side ... growing old together!
Waiting for them and their children ... for its their turn to return the favour ...
By the grace of Allah The Merciful ... InsyaAllah.
And Allah brought you forth from your mother's wombs
knowing nothing - but He has endowed you with
hearing, and sight, and minds, so that you
might have cause to be grateful.
- Quran 16:78
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