Strength of a Child

Society & Culture , Posted on 11/18/2008 10:35:10 AM

Strength of youth is welcomed by us all as a long awaited reward which we fantasize about throughout our childhood. At least that was the case with me. I just could not wait to get older so I could define my own destiny. But as time passed and I got there, I realized its not all what I expected, I was still vulnerable to the insecurities within, I could still be the victim of others? opinions and I still found my self defenseless in uncertain situations. Strength, as I understand it now, is with us right from the day one. We tend to cling on first to our parents, then to the siblings and then sometimes to our friends and acquaintances to gain our strength through their approval and feedback. But the most valuable lesson of strength was given to me by my son the other day.

Two days back, I was taken to the emergency with severe pain in the stomach. I could barely walk. I was immediately taken in and given pain killer injections. Intravenous lines were opened in case of an emergency surgery and I was taken from ultra sound room to the CAT scan lab and back to my bed in a matter of hours. I was in so much pain that tears were just rolling off my eyes and I remember being very cold, vomiting with excruciating pain while the nurses took blood for several tests. I was forcing one medication after another and drinking loads of water with dye preparing for the CAT scan. For those readers, who are doctors, must know what I am talking about.

As the pain medication took its effect and we were waiting for the test results, I asked my husband to take our son back home. It was too much for a seven year old to see his mother going through so much. My brother volunteered to stay with him at home so he could get a good night?s sleep and prepare for school the next day. As he was leaving he looked back, came running to me and held my head with his tiny hands. He gave me the longest, most adorable kiss on my forehead and said ?Don?t worry mama! You will be just fine.? He then ran back to his father, turned around once again to look back at me and smiled while waving good bye. That was the moment I realize how strong he is at such a young age. Strength does not pertain to age or experience. It is there for us to use it when needed and my son was an excellent example of making the best use of his strength when his mama needed it most. As any mother, I love my son more than my life; but I would say that his little gestures of kindness and care make me the proudest mother in the world. I can never thank Allah for him.

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