Thursday, October 9, 2008

My little man...

Alli (his maternal grandfather) Izzette (a Turkish footballer) Presley (who else if not the King of Rock and Roll)...


Scene 1...

I once had a fall out with Adek...

Alli : Mummy...you say sorry to Kakak Adek la...she tidak angry suda...
Self : Why mummy must say sorry to her...mummy don't know why she angry...she is being very rude to mummy...
Alli : Biar la bah mum...Alli don't like...
Self : Mummy also don't like...mummy angry now...
Alli : Don't angry la mum...Alli want us to be happy family...
Self : Ok la...but mummy don't want to talk now...now mummy want quite only...

Alli the peacemaker...Alli the mediator...how you surprised your mum that day...


Scene 2...

I blew my top when Alli made a big scene during lunch at Karamunsing's Singapore Chicken Rice...I did something which did not go down well with hubby...when Alli started to cry, I got chided by hubby...BIG TIME I might add...I drove the car to pick Adek up in silent mode...hubby tried to get me into conversation and when I did not utter any response...

Alli : Daddy...jangan marah mummy...Alli yang salah...
Hubby : Alli tau apa yang Alli suda buat salah...
Alli : Alli tidak listen and Alli bising-bising...sakit mummy cubit tadi...tapi sekarang tidak sakit suda...tapi Alli yang salah...Alli tidak behave...Alli bad...

I beg to differ my son...I was a bad mom that day...I am also a mom who loves her son to pieces...


Scene 3...

One night Kakak asked me a girl's question...the morning after, at dawn, Kakak, still groggy from sleep came into the other room asking me about something...Alli was behind her and I nearly burst out loud when I heard...

Alli : Kakak...selesa ka...(apparently he overheard our conversation last night)...
Kakak : (very silent...wrinkled her eyebrow...no response)...
Self : (bulat biji mata and trying mighty hard not even to smile)...

Early morning lesson...look around before we have our girls' talk next time around...Alli should be counting his lucky stars that his Kakak is still in the semi-fully-awaken state that morning...I could imagine perfectly what would happen if your Kakak is wide awake...phewww...

Oh ya...just in case you're wondering...Kakak's question...to wear or not to wear the brassiere to sleep...


How time flies...


I still call him baby..."I'm still a baby ka mum?" he said one day...I pulled him closer to me and whispered into his ear..."Don't tell anyone ok? It's our secret. Even when you are big nanti, you will always be mum's baby"...to which he gave me a big grin and nodded in agreement..."Promise mum, I will always be your baby" he said..."Promise" I answered...then we hooked our little fingers together...our official gesture...to seal the promise...



...Alli Jordan...(Michael Jordan's wannabe?)...hmmm...



Mum's little baby is fast becoming mum's little boy...
Mum's little boy is fast becoming mum's little man...
You can bring the best out of mum my sweet son...
You can also bring the beast out of your mum my beautiful son...

But don't forget...
And always remember...
No matter what...
No matter where...
No matter how...
Mum will always be there for you...
Mum will always love you...
...promise...

3 comments:

chegu carol said...

i almost shed tears reading this.
you are a good mother (even if i based this from just reading ur blog) and you are raising a good son (and daughters).

Zaiton Yunus said...

thank you la chegu...my mission in this immortal life...to be a good wife first and foremost and a good mother...with God's good grace...

Anies Azeera said...

... sob .. sob. sob... nda buli pikir sudah apa mau tulis. terharu.