Flavour of the Day with Noora

Mother's Day has had a whole new meaning ever since I became a mama. As unmarried, career-driven  women, most of us have no idea the effort it took for our mamas to raise us, spoil us, shower us with love and finally let us go. However, the moment you, yourself become a mama, you ask yourself one question: "was it really this difficult for my own mama to raise me? How did she do it? How did she manage all of us siblings together?" Then of course, some of us justify it to ourselves by saying: "it was a different time." The truth is, yes, it took this much effort, exhaustion, sleepless nights, and sacrifice for our own mamas to raise us. Just as we are now doing for our kids.

The scary thing is, I do not remember being on very good terms with my mom until after I married, all the years before that were filled with arguments, setting and breaking rules, and fighting just about anything. Those thoughts scare me! Are things with my own kids going to be the same? Will my kids never know how much I loved them and spent time raising them until they have their own kids? I guess that is part of how it goes however, today when I was tucking Yousef into bed and I carried him, I thought to myself: "is this tiny boy who is super excited over wearing his monster pyjamas really going to turn into a man with a body bigger than mine, a grip stronger than mine, a house away from mine and a life separate from mine? Will I be lucky enough to see him get married and have his own kids and hear him complain about not sleeping enough?" It really is something this circle of life!