Ikmal is 2 years old

This piece is way past the real event. I have as always been distracted for too many less than important things. But I am still so happy that my baby boy is now two. September 17th 2012. He seems to grow so fast. But unlike the case with his sisters, I think I can actually claim to being an active, participating mum for him. I was really quite a lousy mum for Along, Angah and Icha in their growing up years. It was all just Baba. He was the one much closer to the girls. Me somewhere else, always somewhere else, either mind or body or soul; or all of me. I  am so not proud of this. I really wished that time can be turned back. There is really so very much that I want to change if the time can be turned back. It's either me being a mum, or me being a daughter. I havent been a terrific mum. Neither have I been a great daughter. What an idiot I am. Wishing for something impossible.

Seeing the fine boy that my baby has become though, I am so grateful for the opportunity, Alhamdulillah.

Ikmal in deep thought.

Ikmal with his "senyum plastik" taught by Baba.

Birthday cake with his most favourite cartoon character , the cutest hero in the whole universeBoboiboy...as he is.

Baba's little Rooney.

Our small family....minus Along the cameragirl.

My darling.

My Angel.

My Ikmal.