I can’t believe one full year has passed. All I need to do is close my eyes, focus a little and I feel like I am still standing right there in the hospital, holding him for the first time, looking at his tiny face and his two little eyes staring back at me. I’m still stuck in that fragment of time. And I wish I never come out of it.
Today, my baby, my little kiddo, my Ibrahim, has turned all of 1-year-old. I’ve been waiting for this day since he was born. To celebrate the happiness, the joy, the magic he has brought to my life, the miracle he has been to us.
Parenthood was never meant to be easy. Those sleepless nights, stinky diapers, sickness, pain and injury, vomiting, farts, crankiness, bawling and much more. But all it takes is one smile, that one dimple laden smile revealing those 6 little teeth, flinched nostrils and that chuckle, oh what do I say about that chuckle, and life is beautiful again. All the stress, worries, tensions, gone, vanished in that one little moment. What could possibly be any better?
The first time he smiled at us, or the first time he managed to sit up all by himself or when the crawled for the first time or when he took his first step, or his first words, are all milestones.
But we can also never forget the days when he tried to eat from a plate by himself, or when he saw a tie and tried to knot it around his neck, or when he picked up a remote control and pointed it towards the TV, or when he picked up a cell phone and held it near his ears, or the time when he was playing near the vacuum cleaner and accidentally turned it on and the speed at which he crawled back towards me, or the time when he sits on my shoulders and massages my head, or when he gives a sloppy kiss on your cheek if you ask him for an ‘ibbu’, or when you ask him ‘where is Ibrahim?’ and he immediately points towards himself, or when he hears his favorite tunes he starts dancing by jerking his head in all directions and throwing his hands all over the place, or the time when he kept laughing hysterically listening to my hiccups, or the time when he fell asleep while eating, or the time when he crawled towards me, put his head on my lap and fell asleep…all these are unforgettable moments.
Those wobbly little legs, which just about carry his weight now, will one day carry the weight of his dreams, desires and expectations. May the beacon of hope always burn and light up his life.
Today I wholeheartedly thank the Almighty for blessing us in ways we could never imagine.
And my beautiful wife, for going through 9 months of pregnancy, 2 days of labor, 3 months of painful post C-section recovery and 9 months of fantastic parenting to make him the wonderful kid that he is today. All this could not have been possible without you, my love. Whatever I do, I can never thank you enough.
Today is your first milestone, my little Ibrahim. I wish you many many many more birthdays and a life with all the joy, contentment and success.
Happy birthday, Ibrahim 🙂