Our Children

Who knew becoming a parent is this hard. Every single day, I feel nervous about something different. Why isn't she eating? Why isn't she cheerful as usual? Why is he less active today? Did he enjoy school? How did he get these bruises? Does she love me? Do they love me more than daddy? There's just always something I worry about, and it makes me think; it must have been hard for my parents too. Looking back, I realize I might not be the most open, cooperative daughter I could have been. I still have flashing images of that day when I was little and made my mom cry and my brother came calming my mom. Interestingly I don't even remember what I did to make her cry, but the feeling still lingers. It's not just about motherhood. It's parenthood. My husband has these feelings too. Children are so precious that we just don't know what to do at times. I just know that every single day is a gift from Allah that we all must always appreciate.