2010-06-07

The blessing of beautiful children is that they are always so nice to look at and see some greater part of your smaller self...there is a solace in knowing that someone, who looks like you will have all new and improved chances at life, and be now equipped with the information you have gained from being here, and now are moving forward fully armed to meet the world head on....The better part of that blessing is that you no longer make decisions for them once you have molded them into the best contribution to social order you are capable of:) In turn you are further rewarded with great people who love you and will keep you in the mother in-law bungalow suite instead of putting you in an old folks home...The truth of the love they share is pure, especially when they are young and impressionable...be careful with these fragile characters growing...treat them with the same respect you would expect someone to treat you at any age and give them the love, attentions and affections, you would want to be offered at any age...be blessed to see them through the light bright youth and on into the fuzzy navel of adolescence and then guide them as they careen feet first into the psychodrama of adulthood...give them the string, or leave them some bread crumbs to guide them on their route out and the return to you when necessary:)

We who are so blessed to be parents, know the greatest joys and the gravest worries....if you have ever lost a child you know that we can not take a single breathing moment for granted...we know that our job is to keep them healthy, happy and well adjusted beings who see the value in the family structure by virtue of their own being a member of that structure and it's value in them:) We know that we have to forgive ourselves our short comings and still offer them the best parts of our own life lessons...and thus our own selves as people, parents, friends and believers in the plan we lay for them. Our seeds are growing, water and care for them with the knowing that their growth is contingent on the soul in which we have fertilized them and the regular care which we are required to give them, to insure happy, strong, healthful harvests in this generation we are producing;)

I love my girls more than the breath that I breathed out when they came:0 this is a prayer and a mantra...a meditative transplex and a promise to my Diddles...I am the mother of three who accepted the plight of these two...I am transfixed by the awe of this responsibility...and yet moved to the ends of existence to fulfill this huge entrusting:) Thank you Allah...Thank you Faruq....Thank you for the blessings of the little diddles that can;) Rayhanna and Ruquiyyah:) My truest loves:)