The fact that I have 24 incomplete blog posts, tucked away in my drafts folder, speaks oodles about the fact that I have been driven insane by my two children. Each post comprises of a single line (on days I've been lucky - I have managed two) which has been abruptly, rather rudely, left off mid sentence.
Each time I've managed to plop myself on my favourite couch, feeling a surge of adrenalin, thinking to myself that today will be the day when I shall finally be able to write again - my attention has been diverted towards more pressing matters. It has either been Zoran trudging gruffly into the room saying that ,"Theres something extremely important that I need to discuss with you Mama. Daisy really hurt my feelings today, she said I'm going to go bald one day." With fear creeping into his huge eyes, he bats his eyes lashes and whispers, "Is it true?"
And if its not Zoran seeking my advice on 5 year old girls who break hearts or best friends who turn mean by not sharing their seats at lunch time- its Kayhan who demands to be fed, burped, bathed or just simply played with.
Even though there may be times when I feel completely bogged down by the monotony of this entire routine, I still shudder to think of days when all this will change. Zoran will InshaAllah turn 6 this August. Just 10 more years until he leaves for college, and a couple more until Kayhan follows suit.
Its incredible how easy it is for us to take such normal, ordinary, crazy days for granted. My mornings that start at 6:30 with breakfast mania and school run rush hours and the evenings that end with bed time stories and cuddles galore are in reality my most treasured possessions. In between there may be countless strawberry jam sandwiches, hurties that miraculously get better by Lightening Mcqueen band aids, random trips to the mall, serious negotiations over how much milk can be left at the bottom of the glass, misspelled I love you notes (or I'm sorry notes - depending on how the day has progressed), nose kisses and tickle attacks. I can't imagine how I will one day have to force myself to live in a house sans the infectious, tinkling giggles that it resounds with now. The reassuring hand holding at the doctor's, the encouraging thumbs up at school recitals, the constant reminders to zip up jackets and to not trudge indoors with muddy boots will all be quietly gone. Until one day while crossing the street I'd instinctively reach out to hold a hand that's always been there only to realize that I was grasping at air. My naughty, cheeky boys would be too grown up to sit in my lap and would probably be too embarassed to have me snuggle with them just long enough to catch a whiff of the sweet, heart warming scent that IS them.
Until I tread that unfamiliar, daunting territory I'm happy to have my days filled with what I know is my life's biggest achievement. The madness, the lunacy, the immense love and joy that is my two boys.
Each time I've managed to plop myself on my favourite couch, feeling a surge of adrenalin, thinking to myself that today will be the day when I shall finally be able to write again - my attention has been diverted towards more pressing matters. It has either been Zoran trudging gruffly into the room saying that ,"Theres something extremely important that I need to discuss with you Mama. Daisy really hurt my feelings today, she said I'm going to go bald one day." With fear creeping into his huge eyes, he bats his eyes lashes and whispers, "Is it true?"
And if its not Zoran seeking my advice on 5 year old girls who break hearts or best friends who turn mean by not sharing their seats at lunch time- its Kayhan who demands to be fed, burped, bathed or just simply played with.
Even though there may be times when I feel completely bogged down by the monotony of this entire routine, I still shudder to think of days when all this will change. Zoran will InshaAllah turn 6 this August. Just 10 more years until he leaves for college, and a couple more until Kayhan follows suit.
Its incredible how easy it is for us to take such normal, ordinary, crazy days for granted. My mornings that start at 6:30 with breakfast mania and school run rush hours and the evenings that end with bed time stories and cuddles galore are in reality my most treasured possessions. In between there may be countless strawberry jam sandwiches, hurties that miraculously get better by Lightening Mcqueen band aids, random trips to the mall, serious negotiations over how much milk can be left at the bottom of the glass, misspelled I love you notes (or I'm sorry notes - depending on how the day has progressed), nose kisses and tickle attacks. I can't imagine how I will one day have to force myself to live in a house sans the infectious, tinkling giggles that it resounds with now. The reassuring hand holding at the doctor's, the encouraging thumbs up at school recitals, the constant reminders to zip up jackets and to not trudge indoors with muddy boots will all be quietly gone. Until one day while crossing the street I'd instinctively reach out to hold a hand that's always been there only to realize that I was grasping at air. My naughty, cheeky boys would be too grown up to sit in my lap and would probably be too embarassed to have me snuggle with them just long enough to catch a whiff of the sweet, heart warming scent that IS them.
Until I tread that unfamiliar, daunting territory I'm happy to have my days filled with what I know is my life's biggest achievement. The madness, the lunacy, the immense love and joy that is my two boys.
I agree... Until that time comes, we have these sweet time to cherish and the memories they leave would fuel the rest of our lives....I know... I'm a new Dad myself and I know that feeling of joy...
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