It's Little D's birthday today, and although we had a little do at his Saturday School (read: mommy prepared some home-made snacks), he insisted he wanted a teddybear cake on his birthday. I obliged by baking it on Sunday night, even though I was already exhausted after a day's spring cleaning and a visit to a friend's.
After a surprise in the morning, a special dinner in the evening and a mini-show put up for the birthday boy, here I am reflecting on a few things I've been writing about recently: children, age and life in general.
No, I'm not going to do it here. Instead of having reruns of past entries, I'm just going to do it in my almost-snoozing mind. Yawn...
Here's my prayers for my children, especially my youngest son, Muhammad Aaryf Dean who turns 6 today:
O Lord, and make us submissive unto Thee and of our seed a nation submissive unto Thee, and show us our ways of worship, and relent toward us. Lo! Thou, only Thou, art the Relenting, the Merciful (Al-baqarah: 128).
My Lord! Make me to establish proper worship, and some of my posterity (also); our Lord! and accept the prayer. Our Lord! Forgive me and my parents and believers on the day when the account is cast (Ibrahim: 40 - 41).
I actually prefer the Arabic version but am too tired to search the net when the eyes are drooping.
The not-so-little one went to bed a very happy boy, only holding on to mommy's hand a little while before he's off to la-la land to dream of him playing on his new red scooter with his dad. Happy Birthday peanut!