That first little muffled sound in the morning...a little noise, that lets you know that tiny cute feet are about to hit the ground!
Do you groan? Thinking about all the task you were hoping to complete before they got up?
Do you mourn that cup of tea you were hoping to enjoy in peaceful solidarity before you faced the day?
Do you mentally beg for 5 more minutes, to do whatever you were about to do?
That was me as I closed the bathroom door...I just needed 5 more minutes and I would have been all set for him to wake up. But instead I barely had one as I rushed knowing the wailing would begin the minute I couldn't be found.
But, then I stopped...I paused for a minute remembering something I had almost forgot. Instead of thinking of 5 minutes more, I though 'Shukaar Alhumdulliah' that I'm hearing that little sound...
I remembered my paranoid thoughts the night before, when he went to drink bath water and inhaled a little instead...my panicked thoughts as everything I had read about dry drowning flooded my mind. How I worried silently, checking on him during the night, praying as I so often do, that everything must just be all right.
An innate part of motherhood for me, I have found, is paranoid, worst case scenarios that often haunt my mind. Fervent prayers of protection for the little life I hold more dear than my own.
So, instead of wishing for 5 more minutes to complete my task...I said 'Shukaar Alhumdulliah' for that 5 minutes EXTRA I got, when that first little sound, alerted me to the tiny feet that was about to hit the ground!
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