The above picture was taken a few weeks ago during a weekend. I was sitting on the kitchen floor, feeling rather exhausted after finished cooking lunch when my first born, Ubaid suddenly came and sat on my lap and hugged me tight. 

And he just did that. He didn't utter any words. He just hugged me tight for about 3 - 4 minutes. And just like that, all my exhaustion went away. 

You have to know that this is rather rare. Often, I would be the one who would call for him for hugs and he would be rather reluctant to do it. But that morning... I think that is one of the most memorable thing that he did. 

My child is growing up. In a blink of an eye, he's now 5. Next year, he would be in kindergarten. Next two years, he would in primary school. Gosh. It feels lightning fast that I can't help but freak out a bit. 

Well, it's good that he's growing healthily. A few more years and I might have a bit of peace of mind. A few more years I might no longer have to tolerate the constant asking for attention. I've been longing for some freedom. 

But, that also mean that he might not come to me to show me stuff anymore. That also mean that he might not want to talk to me anymore. That also mean that he might not want to hug me anymore. 

Hahhh. It's such an emotional roller coaster. A mix of pure emotion. That's how raising a child feels like. 

Whatever it is, after that meaningful hug, I promised myself to always find a chance to hug my children. My second child, Uwais, is only two and it's easy to hug him. I just call him and say "Nak peluk?" and he would gladly hug me. But with Ubaid, like I said, he's rather reluctant to give hugs. However, I won't stop asking for it. I would always ask him for hugs. I would always ask both of them for big bear hugs. I hope I will always remember my promise. Even if they've grown to be bigger, taller than me, I just hope that I would always have the chance to hug them.