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Back to School

Assalamualaikum,

The heap was all about 'Back to School'. Little ones are all very excited. New clothes and shoes. New friends and new life. Eager to be called school children or pupils. Parents are eager too. Catching their children on their lenses for future referencing. Mothers making sure their kids have enough food to eat and drinks. What a lovely seeings.

Obviously I am old. I no longer have children who need to be rushed to school. No more making sure their school uniforms are ready. Ayah who are the one doing the ironing before they are old enough to handle this on their own. Tasks are equally divided. Ibu as usual tirelessly prepares the pack food (or now called bento) for the children. Whether they eat it or not, that is not the issue, the main focus is the kids will have food to eat. Home-cooked would be the best. Waking them up in the morning is another pain in the neck. I only have three, but each gives a different challenges. I smiled remembering when one would move in a slow motion, and the other is always ready. Ah.... those are the days. Beautiful days to remember.

Then ... it is about picking them back from school. Don't mention the odour that comes with them after one whole day of heavenly play at school. When it comes to telling the happenings .... oh dear ... I wish I had three set of ears to listen to them all. I sometimes make them talk in turns. And listen to all their ramblings. Oh ... how I missed those days. Those tiring days but very fun to think. I missed it when they fought just to hug me. I missed the time when they just wanted to sit next to me, besides me or just close to me. I miss those beautiful moments.

And Subhanallah ... where does those energy comes from that turn a parent into a super being? The only answer is only because the love for the kids. Striving to give them the best, be it material, spiritual or emotional. And it comes from the realization that our children are BEST ever gifts from Allah, which comes with responsibilities to fulfill.

So, young parents out there ... just enjoy your hectic life because it will surely be missed. Believe me. And never forget, it's you who shaped them, and to root them with the Islamic teachings as much as possible and in the best way that Allah permits.

Chiao.

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