I’m exhausted. Overwhelmed. Drained.
Then, something occurred to me. I was hunched over on the chair, with the palms of my hands under my chin; I looked down at Mariyah,
She was sitting on the floor, stacking the rings of her toy, one on top of the other as she sung ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ to herself. She looked up at me, smiled and yelled, “Mama!”.
So innocent. She looked happy, and healthy.
How foolish was I? Why wasn’t I thanking God for her, rather than wondering how an 18 pound child could overwhelm me so.
Every mother is entitled to a ‘Feel sorry for me day’ but lately, I have taken one too many of those days. And with all the kaos and heartache going on in the world today, I feel ashamed.
So here I vow, as Ramadan is right around the corner, that I will be more thankful, as I should be. When I sigh under my breath when I feel the exhaustion take over me, I will instead say a little prayer, thanking God for my blessings and asking him to protect all the thousands (if not more) children in pain today. A prayer for their mothers and fathers, to grant them hope and patience. And a prayer for forgiveness, for the pound of pity I have been feeling lately.
Who will take this vow with me? It doesn’t matter what religion you are or if you have no religion at all, this vow is a powerful one.
And as I wrote this post, I did it all while my munchkin kicked and screamed in my arms, in desperation to grab the computer, but you know what? Alhamdililah. 🙂
I hope everyone has a blessed month of Ramadan.