Mommy’s World

Nabila, yang akan kukenang darimu adalah kelembutan jiwamu. Ketika kuharus membangunkanmu di tengah malam dan menitipkanmu di rumah Om Anto/Tante Mira untuk melahirkan di rumah sakit, kau berkata:"Good Luck, Mama". Padahal saat itu kau baru berusia 4 tahun. Kutitikkan air mata haru. Begitu lembutnya jiwamu,  diantara mimpimu pun kau bisa mengucapkan kata yang terindah. Malam itu kau berikan kekuatan padaku.

Faris, yang akan kukenang  darimu adalah kedewasaanmu. Kau selalu menjaga tanggung jawabmu. Jika aku menyerah kau bangkitkan semangatku. Aku selalu bisa bergantung padamu. Sering kau membuatku tersanjung dengan "pujian-pujianmu". Suatu hari sepulang sekolah kau berkata padaku,  "Mama, thank you for the macaroni. It was so yummy."  Suatu saat kubaru bangun tidur kau berkata, "Mama, you look young when you wear your glasses". Aku jadi berdiri di depan kaca…, apa iya? aku belum mandi gini kok dipuji-puji. Kau mencintaiku setiap saat.

Saif, yang akan kukenang darimu adalah kelucuanmu. Hampir tiga tahun usiamu. Bukan usia yang "mudah". Kadang kau sekeras batu, kadang kau selembut awan. Tingkahmu, gaya bicaramu, semuanya membuatku terkesima.  Yang paling kutunggu adalah  saat kau akan tidur. Dengan lirih kau berkata padaku, "love you,mama". Semua keletihanku sirna…, semua kejegkelanku hilang. Aku mencintainmu.

Malik, yang akan kukenang darimu adalah tatapanmu. Matamu selalu berbinar ketika kau melihatku. Kau tak perlu mengatakannya . Aku tau, aku adalah duniamu. Tanpa kata, aku tau apa yang kau ucapkan, "Mama, I’m glad you here".

Sujudku padaMu Ya Allah.., atas kebahagiaan yang Kau berikan. Nabila adalah bungaku yang terindah. Faris adalah bintangku di malam yang gulita, Saif adalah pelangiku dan Malik adalah detak nadiku. Jagalah mereka Ya Allah. Lidungi Mereka. Mereka adalah hidupku.

Finally it’s here. Faris is off to kindergarten. My friends keep asking me when I’m gonna send him to school. They said I’m too busy with three boys still at home. They said, it would be better off sending Faris to preschool. That way, I can "concentrate" with Saif and baby Malik.

I didn’t send Faris to any preschool. I have confidence that I could teach him at home. With my busy schedule, it’s a little bit hard to "formally" teach him. We just play most of the time. But hey, that’s how they learn, right..learning through playing. That’s what they do in any preschool in the US. There are positive aspects though, like they teach kids to be more responsible and independent. And oooo, social skill. Well, I sent Faris to sunday school. That’s where he interact with other kids.

I couldn’t sleep well the night before his first day of school. I’m not sure why. I keep waking up every hour after 4 am in the morning. I even had a weird dream of Faris being late, which I don’t want to happen. And you know what, the dream is all come true. I woke up a little bit late. Everything is in the rush. I had to prepare breakfast for three people, Hubby, Nabila, and Faris. And yes, I have to pack their lunches, too. On top of that,  baby Malik woke up at the same time as everyone else. Too hectic…, too crazy…..too many things to do at the same time. I took a deep breath….trying to calm my self.

The bus is at 7:40. I thought they couln’t make it. But, Alhamdulillah , it came a bit late. They made it to the bus. I really want to take Nabila and Faris to the bus stop, but I still need to do few things for my hubby. So, I just kissed them quickly and apologized that I couldn’t walk them to the bus station….Poor baby, I thought. Even in his big day I couldn’t do much…..I hope he understood.

  " I’m gonna miss you mas…", I said, giving him hug and kisses. "Me, too, mama", he said. I continued my "morning lecture", "Be good, listen to your teacher, play nicely with your friends, and don’t burp so loudly (well, he has a bad habit!). He said," OK Mama". I watched him from the front porch…….I still couldn’t belief it. Faris is leaving me………:( My eyes got wet for a moment…, but then I remember.., I still have other things to do…..I quickly go back to my "chore"…

I always wondering how he’ll do on his first day of school. Faris.., he’s different from Nabila. I wasn’t worried at all about Nabila’s first day of school. She is a sweet, antustiastic, love to learn,respect others and listen to her teacher, absolutly nothing to worry about.  I know she’s gonna do well. Faris though, he has his own personality. He’s smart and outspoken.  He is hard to convince and he will speak his mind. He’s the kind who’s raise his hand even if he don’t know the answer. And he love to talk….:) I hope he won’t reveal my secret to his teacher or his friends…:)

I waited anxiously for my kids at the bus stop. So happy to see them get off the school bus. I gived them a kiss and a big hug. I asked Faris how he liked the school. He didn’t answer. He looked tired. His face is so red. I stop asking him…..:) After we had our snack he told me all about it. He like his teacher, he met  new friends, and he love the school. I am so glad hearing all his stories and the fact that he had so much fun at school.

Well Faris, good luck sweeet heart. It will be a lot of schooling years to go..!!! This is just a beginning….