These days, there are four magic words from Musfira’s mouth that cause me to go into instant state of anxiousness.
“Mama, I hep yoo!”
Musfira had a dirty diaper. We went into the bathroom to change her. As I turned to move the garbage can closer to the toilet, I heard those magic words- mama, I hep yoo! followed by the crinkly zip of a diaper being unfastened.
Her diaper had been full of poop. Had. Now her pants were instead.
We were making eggs for breakfast, and a bowl of lemon-yellow omlette sat waiting to be poured into the pan.
mama, I hep yoo!
And that’s how Musfira had her first egg-wash for smooth and shiny hair.
Musfira wanted a cup of milk, and I asked her to bring me the bottle from the fridge. Instead, she got both the milk and the cup as far as the hallway, where she – impressively- filled the cup, as well as emptied the bottle on the floor.
mama, I hep yoo!
She says it with such enthusiasm, such genuine love and a desire to please and help me that I feel guilty for dreading those words. There are many times where she follows my instructions perfectly, but those other times- where she doesn’t listen for instructions, or makes up her own instructions- those are the times that set my teeth on edge, and that’s when I end up dramatically sighing and cleaning raw eggs or poop off of things. And people.
But she’s tiny. Really. She has these teeny-tiny feet, and these skinny little legs, and when she comes pattering up the hallway at full-speed, both arms in the air and a face full of gleeful enthusiasm, then I HEP YOOOO! is perhaps, the cutest, sweetest, most earnest little expression of love that this momma has ever seen.
InshaAllah, we’ll both get better at this. 🙂 And we’ll hep each other.