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Baby

Last month while in Peshawar, I had to decide whether to keep the toys belonging to my two older grandsons when they were babies, or give them away. My heart didn’t want to part with them, but practicality demanded I should give them to other babies to enjoy them instead of collecting dust.

There was Winnie the Pooh who wanted honey every time you pressed his stomach. Another one was the dancing cow–who danced so prettily, a duckling who made various sounds, a goofy brown bear, and so many more.  The one I loved most was Humpty Dumpty made by myself for my first grandson H. It brought back happy memories when I held H for the first time in my arms,  when the nurse brought him outside the delivery room. It seemed a miracle to gaze at the newborn baby, and finally see him after a nine month wait.

There was another first time of seeing him before he was born. I had done an Isthahara when my late husband, and I decided about our son’s marriage. I saw in my dream a toddler walking in front of me. I was following him, knowing I was his grandmother. We never knew whether the baby was a boy, or a girl, but I was certain, it was a boy based on my dream. The dream came true.

I made three different piles of the toys, and gave them away. It was sad parting with them as they were items of a past when my husband was alive, and the babies of my son lived with us.

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Baby

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Overworked 

Overworked and overwhelmed 

That’s the state I am in

Dirty clothes piling up, left chores to be done

Where to begin

Have to find time, of which I am short

Seeing a baby who is a new kin

Paperwork to be done, taxes to be filed

A situation I find there is no win

(Sheen-January 2017)

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Overworked

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Jack and Jill

  
When my children were toddlers we used to sing a lot of nursery rhymes. One was Jack and Jill. We had changed part of the wording to Urdu. For example pani was substituted instead of water. Pani means the same as water.

Where Jill came tumbling after, we substituted Jill ko koi parwa nahin. It meant it didn’t matter to Jill that Jack got himself injured.

We did the same with other nursery rhymes but at the moment I just remembered only the above one.

Why are most of them queerly  worded? For example Rock a bye baby in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all. Now who will put a baby in a tree to get rocked by a wind, and then fall down? 

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Five Stars

  

My daughter Nola was born six days later than what the doctor had told me — a nine lb baby. I was weighing 125 lbs for the last two months of the pregnancy. After her birth my weight was down to 100 lbs, as she was gaining weight, I was losing it (during the pregnancy).

I feel her father doted more on her than her brother. She was forever smiling. The whole day she would follow me around. As she grew up she brought sunshine, and laughter to our home. 

She made us proud of her academics by getting a gold medal. And finally when she did her doctorate, that was another proud moment.

She was, and is my best friend. She never fails to phone me once a day, however busy her day is. She is a five star person in my life. Thank you Nola for being there for me.

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Four Stars

Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.