Welcome to 4!!

Zaydaan; language, Arabic;
Meaning, Abundance (of all that is good)

Just before my 30th birthday, on a rather cold
and rainy Friday evening and with an eagerly awaiting queue of guests, at
precisely 6pm; I welcomed my third child into the world! My baby boy made his
debut weighing in at 3.4 kilos, with a strong set of lungs and a head full of
hair. If I was feeling anxious, nervous, and pretty much petrified before the
delivery, I certainly wasn’t feeling any of it as this new being lay bundled up
in blankets on my chest. I had a new man in my life and I was totally in love!!

It’s hard to believe that 4yrs has passed so
quickly, for my baby has now grown into quite an independent young boy. Already
at school, he loves Toy Story and cuddles; has an obsession with dirt trucks
and tractors; his favourite indulgences are hot dog doughnuts (Custard filled
doughnuts) and ice-cream sandwiches (ice cream wafers) and his favourite word
is WHY! He has inherited his brother’s love for numbers and puzzles, his sister’s
love for drawing and tea, his mother’s love for talking and his dad’s love of
the ipad. If there was any doubt as to where exactly he would fit into the
dynamics of our family, he has certainly put it to rest…he has made a giant
leap into my heart, often crawls into his sisters bed, bullies his brother,
rolls on the ground fighting his dad and managed to wrap granddad around his
little finger in the process too! He is a little piece of magic that melts our
hearts with his smile.

And the magic doesn’t end there. Being last in
the family (in Cape Town at least) comes with its own set of benefits. There’s
a whole string of family members that readily and happily share in the magical
moments, especially the Aunts who are always ready to take on various sets of
duties….from playtime and McD’s drive through with Moon, cuddle and TV time
with Deed, lunchtime rendezvous with Mom; to a good dose of discipline from
Naani, even the older cousins eagerly play their part in taking care of him and
protecting him. He is extremely lucky to be embraced with so much love….

They say having a child changes you, transforms
you, strengthens you. Having 3 then, has metamorphosed me from a timid, young
23yr old at the birth of my first child, to a strong independent 33 yr old I am
today. With each child I have learnt more about myself, and with the third I
have found my voice! I don’t think a mother ever forgets the day her child is
born, whether they turn 4 or 40; whether she has 3 or 5 children. The memory of
the struggles will be as fresh as yesterday….

Here is something I wrote during those last,
struggling days being pregnant with Zaydaan…
Though feet are swollen and back
is aching…

Though breathes are but fast
paced heaves…

Though every movement a strain, a
force…

Aching limbs and swollen belly, I
thank the Lord for this burden so heavy.

For every movement, kick and
shudder,

A reflection of the miracle deep
under…

Deep beneath the skin of my
belly; tucked away, concealed, growing,

Lies a miracle, a gift of God.

Every sharp pain, every movement,
a sign of the miracle within!

What started as a clot of blood,

Bonded from a piece of me, a
piece of you,

Now growing, connected to me,

But very soon you too shall be
set free!

Nine months I carried and
nurtured, my body a slave to your needs.

A lifetime more I shall walk in
your shadow, trying to protect you, shelter you.

Nine months you shape shifted
inside of me,

Nine months I evolved to
accommodate YOU.

Nine months I alone besotted over
every miraculous movement,

Silently relishing in the joy of
your existence

I am your carrier, and through life,
though you may learn to carry yourself and your burdens,

Always remember that I am your
mother!!

 
 

Peace
 
 
NAMU:)

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