By Maasi Saba
After six years, my dua was finally answered when I became pregnant with my fourth child. I was so happy because I had always wanted four kids. It’s just a nice round number. I prayed all through out my pregnancy for the baby to be a girl. I wanted 2 and 2. And alhumdulilah again, my dua was answered. When I actually had my baby girl, I was sort of in a daze. I remember the ward being overly crowded because many women were there for several reasons, and there were renovations being done at the hospital. My kids were having their midterms, and i remember dropping them off and then driving to the hospital. It was December, and the weather was bringing me down. It was the first time I felt any sort of depression after giving birth. My siblings were arriving for our youngest brother’s wedding. All of our kids were having a ball chasing each other around the house, which I think helped me to not sink further into a depressing mood. I even went out of the way and called up my brother saying, I am overwhelmed with the baby, the weather, and getting the kids ready for their exams to come to your wedding. I wanted to relax during those days since the exams would be done. Lol! He thought i was insane. I did manage to get to his wedding which was here Lahore. I got their late. Made a sloppy entrance and was dazed meeting everyone and handing my child over to relatives who wanted to see her. Since I was the groom’s sister, I was supposed to be needed elsewhere. I showed my face, and then I left early with my kids because I still had to pack our suitcases because I was supposed to be following the Barat out of the city. Well, my dear Chachu (Uncle), came to my house in his empty car and had to wait a little while longer because my little one had leaked, and my other kids were running around excited to be going to Nana’s house for a few days. I think the rest of the wedding is a blur. I was there physically. I wish I was in better health and state of mind, but oh well. It wasn’t my wedding, so it’s okay. Whenever my brother says anything to me I always remind him that I was there!!!!! It should be enough.
Fast forward and it is three years later and my little darling is learning a lot of english, (courtesy of her cousin from Pennsylvania). She has responses for everything! And sometimes I’m just amazed because my other three kids weren’t this vocal and confident. I guess, daayr ayee daroost ayee. Or something like that. She is one of those kids who knows everything about our cell phones and ipads. I seriously didn’t know about a few things but this one likes to press everything and open everything and voila, she has discovered something else. She is also one of those selfie addicts as well. Or, hmm, I’m not sure if it qualifies as selfies. I have put a lock on my phone because a few times in the past, she had called some of my friends and siblings overseas at odd times and finished my balance. Then she also likes to delete apps and pictures I don’t want her to do. And who can forget the many times she has disabled my phone. Sometimes she makes me frustrated. But then she tells me that she was just trying to see something or she was trying to do something to help me, and then I can’t stay mad long. She is my baby after all.
One of her favorite past times other than going through her siblings’ drawers for some treasure, is to take pictures. Sometimes when I finally get my hands on my phone, I have about 40 pictures. Some are bursts of 14, or even 30 pictures of absolutely nothing. Sometimes its half of her head, or the fan above her head, or its her feet, or the walls or the floor. There are just so many pictures that she is amazed at her talent. My little doll knows how to change the tone and the style of her pictures so usually they aren’t so boring. These days, when she sees that the camera app is open, she asks if we need to smile quickly. I wanted to share some pictures she took the other day. In one, she cut my head off, which was very considerate of her since she should know I hate having my pictures taken. She did ask me to smile, which I did, but hey, she is too smart to bother me with cropping my head off. The next is the classic pic of her socks and shoes. She loves taking pictures of her bed, my bed and the walls. She’s an amateur photographer. It made me smile at how amazing life is when you have a toddler to share it with.
My adorable baby girl, is no longer a baby, but she is my youngest, kissable, and huggable being. I have those off days when she tires me out, but alhumdulillah, the good outweigh the bad. And even now, when I stop occasionally to think about what to write next, she insists I type the ABC’S quickly as possible. For those who have kids, we have all been told to sit back and enjoy them. To take each moment with them and cherish them because soon they will be too old to sit with us. It’s amazing how some people do exactly that. But I am not one of those people. Well not yet. I’m not sure if I ever will be. I would love to be one of those people. But I am not sure I’m built that way. But I am trying. So I must end this because she wants to watch her mickey mouse show right now. Even though she should be asleep at this moment, she is resting her head on my arm and waiting impatiently for me to stop my work and put her show on.
So enjoy her pictures. I hope they put a smile on your face like they did on mine. Kids are kids! May Allah SWT guide them to be good muslims, and protect them from all harm.