Hand Prints On the Wall

Hand Prints On the Wall
(Author Unknown)

One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I’d seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn’t last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God’s great treasures…
A small hand print on the wall.

I found the poem above from a book of Stories by Unknown Author. My eyes captured a beautiful title of the poems, “Hand Prints On the Wall,” then I decided to share it. As a mother I have the same feeling with that author. I saw my son grows up way too fast.

My (baby) is 6 years old now, and he will start his studies this year. Alhamdulillah! I’m glad with this fact that he will learn more of life. I imagined about his future life, 6 years in Elementary School, 3 years in Junior High School, 3 years in Senior High School then he will continue his studies to University or college. Oh, masha’Allah he will be a young man. It very…very fast. If Allah gives us more chances to live in this world, I’ll see my son in another person. He will start a new life as a husband and father. Allahu Rabb! I’ll miss his childhood. I dreamed about his future.

And now I see him still a boy, an active boy. I am a witness of his activities. When he was 2, he liked to write everything in every material, floor, wall, cupboard, boxes, doors, and in my clothes. LOL! I gave him some books, whiteboard, pens and felt-tip marker. He writes and draws most every day. And as he was 3, he loved to play mud, and lied on it. I let him to play mud, because I knew he learned something from mud, and ground. I took his pictures when he played with it, I’ll show him, tell him about his childhood in 12 years later. Insha’Allah! I want to know his reaction about himself. It’d be a great event next!

Kaka was playing mud, and he enjoyed it a lot. LOL!

Kaka was being examined in reading IQRA’ by Ustadz.

In my opinion, every mother will miss the childhood of her children. So, let’s play with them and be a witness of their wonderful childhood.

ACHILDHOOD IS SHORT

5 years ago, October 16th,2008,my son was born.

 

My first words when my baby was born were.

“Alhamdulillah, welcome to this world My Loving Baby! Your big family and I are so blessed to have you. Alhamdulillah you’re a great reward from Allah.”

I was a working woman and very busy  before that. I was a teacher in Ad-Da’wah Islamic School. I only had six months at home caring for my baby when the headmaster of that school asked me back. I accepted this request. I left my baby about four years, I mean I only had a little time to accompany him.  Really I was uncomfortable with this situation. Four years, my boy spent his golden age with his grandma. Then, when he was 4, he complained of my job. I knew he needed me as his mom. Finally I decided to leave my job. I thought, my son was more important than my job.  I could find always find another job, working online at home.

It has been nearly 2 years since I have stayed home with my boy. I gave almost all my time for him. I was sure it was his right. I had to guide him to know his Creator [Allah The Almighty ] and his deen as well. I thought then I also had to make schedules for us. My days are almost all for him, and my nights I used for exploring my English skills.

Today……..

My little prince is five. I wish I’d been there for him. I don’t want to leave him anymore. I’ll do the best for him, to guide him, to educate him and to improve his talents. Those are my great responsibilities. I really understand he grows fast….faster…fastest. Before it’s late, I promise, I’ll be a witness of his childhood. It’ll be a great experience for me, hopefully. And I’m enjoying this moment, truly. Playing together, learning at outside ie; at the rice field, at the river, at the masjid, and the other places are really FUN. I can know what he needs, what his talents are, what his interests are and a lot of things.

 

One year later, insha’Allah he will start his studies at Islamic Elementary School for six years, and after that he’ll enters into a new phase. Yes, he’ll be an adolescent. I completely understand that CHILDHOOD IS SHORT, therefore I’ll do and give my best for my loving son.

 

“My son, I hope Allah will guide you to his right way [loving Islam] forever, ameen.”

Syadad Abdul Hakim Al Anshori (Kaka)