Today would be the 6th year that I have been writing on these pages. A lot of memories have been recorded here and a lot of time have been spent, too. Time I could not afford very much nowadays.
It started with Alzaim. My eldest son. Who at the time I started writing seemed to amaze me by his oratory skills and wits. He used to dazzle us with his childish observations which actually didn't sound childish at all to me. But, now he is appeared differently. He must be as 6 years is a big gap in teenage physical/emotional development and character display. Gone were the days when he would offer his thoughts and simple remarks to me which later when I started to think seemed profound and thoughtful. His times with us are getting less as are his conversations. But, I accept whatever changes that are apparent as I know despite all these, inside he remains a respectful and polite son.
Six years ago, Adik was in Kindergarten. His time was occupied with playing and ermm some more playing : in the garden, bedroom, house and everywhere else. Like any other kids, he loved the computer. While people use the computer for work and play, Adik tends to use it solely for play. He is now nearing his twelfth year of age, and his fascination with computer never stops. He seldom reads like his Abang who read books voraciously. He reads only when it relates to whatever fun he is having; computer games, cartoons, Playstation and everything else. We used to have to force him to sit still and finish his homework. Not anymore though, as he is growing up, his sense responsibility and duty is higher than before. But, he is the one who always get into trouble with Ibu and Ayah. Mostly Ibu. I blame this on unmitigated exuberance and fondness for the fun of life.
I am now fascinated to see Faim growing up. When I started writing this blog, he was still a clot of flesh in Ibu’s tummy. Ibu named him Faim because she wanted a son who is wise and fun at the same time. And, thus far Faim didn’t disappoint. He is showing flashes of Abang’s brilliance when small as well as Adik’s non-ending quest for fun and adventure. Hence, I see him sleeping with Adik in a warm makeshift tent in the bedroom despite the two soft beds. Reasons, the bed gets colder later in the night while his tent would remain warm until morning. Besides, he can have all his soft toys in the tent which would further warm him. At times, I could wake up in the middle of the night and join him there.
I am rambling. I know. That’s what happened to parents when they start to display more white lines on their heads at the time their children are growing taller than they are. I know. What’s the point in all this? Well six years to me is a very long time. I am grateful to be able to put my thoughts here though now they are becoming extremely rare and occasional. I consider myself lucky. But, luck also is not infinite.
I am thinking.
18.5 mo post partum!
5 days ago