...I hope you get your dreams.
Each morning before my little boy dismounts the cake mobile and runs to his school, I would rhyme the same line above to his ear. With him I get extra soggy, mushy, wobbly and teary, maybe because he is the youngest, the smallest, the everything in all the superlatives I bear in my heart. He is turning 6 soon and I am here guilty of treating him like a toddler. Perhaps the thought of not being able to have another baby after him makes it even harder to let him go....or grow up. In my eyes he is that two year old in the see through lubang2 baju or in his rompers with diapers on. I still pick him up and carries him on my back when he is tired of walking or cuddle him like the baby he once was. He still sleeps with me, holding the end of my pyjama pants to drowse himself of, to the dismay of the father and everybody else.
If his kakak is my bestest friend, he is my knight of shining knee he he he. The knight protects the Queen from the ticklish threat of the King, guards her most sacred belonging (such as the pillows) from the smelly Monster, protects her other interests with his royal armour, and runs to her fall at the sound of her slightest wail. When the queen is engulfed in sorrow, this knight of shining knee frequently wipes the queen's tears away with his little hands and reassures her in comfort that everything would be alright. He too assists the servant with the castle chores, picking up the clothes from the clothes line straight to the ironing chamber. He even folds them too, more accurately crumples them. The cleaning lady, the au pair, the chambermaid and all the other helpers of the castle are all pleased with his effort to help. A charmer he is to some, an obedient knight he is to one.
A'dnin with the girls. I don't know why he was the only boy in that story teller group.
The queen's knight of shining knee will soon gallop on his horse to the real world soon. He will be clad in a different uniform of white and blue, leaving the Queen in solitude for the rest of the day. His shining knee will be even shinier after lots of exposure under the sun playing and participating in activities with other royalties. He will grow up and be the finest of man, a wish the queen often recites in her prayers.
Be a good boy A'dnin, a strong one with the biggest of heart. Don't forget your please and thank yous and most importantly the warm smile you are so known for. I will be just outside the gate(a promise I made to him) for the first few days watching you from afar. After that you will have to be on your own with new friends, new teachers, new world altogether. You'll do just fine.
In baju melayu nyanyi nashid. Dah besar dah anak mama ni.
Great teachers at Krista Bandar Mahkota Cheras. From left Teacher Alia, Teacher Selvi, Teacher Jessy, (this teacher has left, not sure of her name) and lastly Teacher Liza.
To all the teachers of Krista, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the help, the guidance and the patience dealing with A'dnin. I would also like to forward my apologies if he has been a handful to take care of. My hats off to all of you for the great work.
ps. A'dnin will miss teacher Selvi so much.
Saphire faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams.
Corrine Bailey ray