Anees awoke at 6am on Wednesday with the biggest smile on his face asking if its time to go to school! He had the best first day and was so proud of himself.
Can’t believe that we have 13 years of this school journey ahead of us. I hope to post a pic on the first day of school for the next 13 years 😉 I think that will be a sweet memento for him to look back on when he’s older and maybe share with his kids one day 😉
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Khalil Gibran
I’ve always loved this!
xxx
So I saw Natasha today.
Since Anees was 4 months old I’ve been seeing Natasha. He had a raging ear infection and had spent the first 4 months of his life projectile vomiting, breastfeeding sometimes hourly and not sleeping longer than 20 mins at times. He didn’t have ‘baby soft’ skin like I thought he would, he had bad eczema and often scratched himself open. On that day I called Zaid and instructed him to come home immediately because Anees would not stop crying uncontrollably. It was just too much to handle. Something was wrong, I called the pead and set up an appointment. She looked him over for 2 mins and said he had reflux and was lactose intolerant and said I should start him on solids immediately and stop breastfeeding. I was a blubbering mess in her office that day. That was the day she told me she thought I had PND and suggested I see someone. That was the start of my relationship with Natasha.
PND? What’s that? Depressed? Me? No! Yes there are times when I cry for no reason and times when I just wish the world away. But no I’m not depressed.The first appointment was the most difficult. It’s kinda awkward like a first date lol!
Now Natasha is an integral part of my existence. I look forward to our monthly appointments where I can offload and process everything that’s happened to me. Therapy gives me time to reflect and a chance to just pack things away and not to hold onto anything.
I feel so much ‘lighter’ after a session. I’m good to go for the next month. Lol
Xxx
From Nasima, with love 