Today in history.

Exactly today, 14 years ago, I was hospitalised because I was about to give birth. Even before the scan was done, both my husband and I knew that it s goin to be a girl.I had been hospitalised for 2 days. I had all the contraction pains but yet she refused to make her entry into this world. Too comfortable in her mummy's womb. That explains why she is so stubborn. That's what I was told. No wonder. Yah . So they decide to let me go home. Then my husband came to fetch me home bringing along Khairi. But NO WAIT. Cannot go home yet. The gynae said cannot. So must be induced. So my husband had to sent Khairi back to Goma's house. True enough, I gave birth 5 hours later and 1 husband shirt torn. Pain OK. She was born bigger than her brother, her eyes bigger than her brother. Her eyes are still big in fact bigger than anyone else but luckily she is not bigger than her brother.
She has really been a joy to all around her, especially her parents. When we decide to name her Nurul Nadia, everybody goes WAH.... nice name. But now. it seems like everybody has that name. But I really like to hear her father calls her 'Nadine'. I always tells my husband that she is his "jewel".
She has always been so 'touchy' since small. Everything she wants to touch and everything she destroy. She has a special way of sitting when she was small. The feet facing outwards yet so comfortable.
So today she turns 14. Well, if young she wants to touch everything, at this age, she wants to do everything. At 14, not yet. Well can't blame your parents right. We care and are very concern with the development of our children. Both duniawi and ukhrawi. The company that our children go with, the things that they do. Tatatertib, akhlak everything.
My mum used to say that I would only know what it feels like to worry for your child until you are a mother yourself. I know now. I know that I only hope that I can give the best to my children. I always tell the young mothers, small different problem, teenage different problem.. Older also got problem..

So here's a mother's prayer as she watch her little child grow.
I pray that she grows to be a caring and loving person, not forgetting her responsibility to her faith and her family. I pray that she gets what she wants in life.
My children... no matter how slack u are, no matter how much I am pissed.. u r the love of my life.