The first time I held him in my arms on January 7, 2021I felt as though he was my own child. It was because at the time of his birth, we were surrounded by a lot of issues. Now that we are free of all troubles, however, the possibility of a new sort of enjoyment in life is beginning to emerge. Shaveer, the son of my sister, is already two years old and has developed a reputation for being very mischievous. But as soon as he arrived, the dark clouds of melancholy vanished and fresh hopes for happiness began to emerge.
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Although I have always had a strong affinity for kids and had previously developed relationships with many of my little cousins, the emotion I felt when I first met him was unheard of. I am at a loss for words to express what a wonderful sensation it was. I questioned how much better his mother must be feeling if I am feeling this well. When he was born, I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms, but it took a while. After cleaning him up, the physicians took him to the kids' nursery where they kept him under close monitoring for a while. You have no idea how difficult it was for me to wait. My heart just desired to pick him in some way.
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He was entirely different when he was born. His eyes had a distinctively Korean appearance. After three days in the hospital, when we returned home, I was requested to take care of him because his mother had undergone surgery that prevented her from carrying him. After a few days, I started to understand that every child thinks they are hungry when they cry. When should milk be given to them. How frequently their diapers need to be changed, etc. I was perfectly aware of all of these things, yet I was so fixated on him that not even a second passed.
At that time I used to work, so when I was at work, my full attention was also on him and I was in a hurry to come home so that I could come and spend all my time with him.
I thought it was even cuter when he started babbling at six or seven months old. It was the first Eid he had ever worn such exquisite clothing. My heart longs to buy everything for him when I used to go shopping for him. It's just like my own son. I chose the greatest option available and attend to all of his needs. The funniest part is that, despite the fact that I am his aunt, he always calls me by my name. Sometimes I laugh a lot, but it just makes him sweeter.
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When I once went to the market to buy some products, I noticed that there was a kiddie pool. He was so small and unable of swimming at the time that I purchased him this pool so he could relax and there would be no chance of him falling in. Sitting in it was a lot of fun. He no longer sits in it now that he is a little bigger, but he still plays with all of its other toys frequently. None of these toys last very long because he wore them out into a lot of pieces.
These are photos of the home-based celebration we had on her second birthday. On his birthday, he felt incredibly joyful. Balloons are his absolute favourite.
However, we had many happy memories of his birthday. He let them linger for a bit before tearing them up. He now talks extremely well, walks with me a lot, and plays with me a lot, Masha Allah. When I'm with him, time sends in seconds.
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My heart longs to be at my side whenever I go out to eat or do my grocery shopping. Because of how deeply I've grown attached to him, he never leaves my side for even a second. Because he views me as exactly like his mother yet loves me even more, I have never felt like my sister's son is not my own. I also have trouble with his distance.
I will have children of my own in the future, and although they will be extremely precious to me, this child is the only one in my life to whom I have the deepest affection. He comes first in my priorities list, followed by everyone else. He should develop into a decent guy and become a successful human being of the society Insha Allah :)
So here I'm ending my topic. I really enjoy writing about this topic because it covers alof of precious memories.
Goodbye.
Kind regards;
@eshafatima01
