This morning was pivotal.
Nooriya and I have our Saturday morning tradition of making pancakes. I love it and I don't even like pancakes. We've been doing pancakes together on Saturdays for as long as I can remember. Long before we started making them.
We have our routine down. She helps me get the stuff out. She helps me mix. She no longer needs her handy instructions. I look forward to it and so does she. The first thing she says to me on Saturday is, "Abba, can we make pancakes?". She asks not sure what the answer is going to be. Nooriya, should you ever read this the answer will never be no.
Today, she blew my mind. She dubbed me the "helper" and herself the "baker". What?! I thought I had like 10 more years! It was mostly the same, but it felt different. One of the many times I have had to let go a little and one of the, hopefully, many times to come.
She still needs me and Yusuf still needs me. Taher get out of their way and be their "helper" while they need you to. One day it will be their choice.
We have our routine down. She helps me get the stuff out. She helps me mix. She no longer needs her handy instructions. I look forward to it and so does she. The first thing she says to me on Saturday is, "Abba, can we make pancakes?". She asks not sure what the answer is going to be. Nooriya, should you ever read this the answer will never be no.
Today, she blew my mind. She dubbed me the "helper" and herself the "baker". What?! I thought I had like 10 more years! It was mostly the same, but it felt different. One of the many times I have had to let go a little and one of the, hopefully, many times to come.
She still needs me and Yusuf still needs me. Taher get out of their way and be their "helper" while they need you to. One day it will be their choice.
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