Siblings Love

Haziq was invited to his friend's birthday party the other day at Burger King. Hmm I am not sure whether it was what they chose as the party packages but I think the McD's package in Malaysia is so much better.

The party was chaotic. That I can summarise tell you. These kids are a bit rough. Bebudak arab ni kasau betullah When they were playing passing the balloon game instead of passing it nicely like what normal children do, they would punch and kick the balloon instead. Sya who was in the circle, amazingly maintained to the last two, refused to play any other games after. She actually looked scared. And musical chair game was the worst. The chairs were everywhere. Or the kids were constantly holding on to the chairs. Ayoooo. The facilitators had to really shout over the mike and restart the games many times. Sore losers some of them.

Anyway, that was the first time I heard Happy Birthday sung in Arabic . Party songs in Arabic. The musical chair song was in Arabic. There is something about some Arabic pop songs that makes you want to swirl and twirl your hips. The music is sooo seductive..

But one thing about that night that made me think was what Haziq's friend said to him. He said to Haziq that Haziq is a lucky boy. And why is that, Haziq asked. He said you have such a cute brother (refer to Zachary). I asked Haziq, what do you think? You think you are lucky? And he, unromantically said yeah. He is cute.

I must say despite my tiredness sometimes, I find these little beings amusing.

Do your kids squabble and fight and then one come running at you and said Ibu look at him. Ibu look at her. Look! Look! Ayoo seboklah.

Do you ever see them sitting together plotting something mischievous intently. Even with JackJack, the oblivious one, looking so serious.

Do they get frustrated with the littlest ones who seem to get away with anything? His toys are his, their toys are also his?

Do they hit each other and run away. Run across the house. Right behind you! In front of you. Tumbling everywhere?

Or watch TV together, where the oldest would laugh most since he understands it, and will be followed by even a heartier laugh by the others. Including the littlest one who is clueless.

I find their closeness and bonding beautiful. They do fight. And I do nag and get angry. But they really love each other and hit each other. A universal symbol of sibling's love. Then they wrestle and hug and laugh.

I pray that my children would be close to one another, forever. Even through their married life. Even when I am gone only to leave them a scrappy plot of land to be divided amongst them. It breaks any parent's heart to see their children straying from one another. This, I know.

One of the Malays custom was that we should gather the kids umbilical cord stump, the one they fall off after a week of their birth, in a small pouch. I don't know what to do with them. But should I worry now? I didn't have any of theirs. Haziq's fell off in the hospital. Constantly sleeping under the photo rays for his jaundice, the stump fell off and thrown. I didn't keep the rest for I didn't see the point. I know there are some ayahs to recite. But I errr do not know what. *shame*

So for now I follow the flow. One thing I avoid most is to say one is better than the other in front of them. One is definitely better than the other in certain ways but it should not be an issue.

Hugs and advices. Kisses and time outs. Love and discipline.