My Youngest Son

It doesn't feel like my youngest son has grown up. With him I have been through many different kinds of life. Full of twists and turns of life. Various conflicts from problems to happiness factors that we went through together. It does not mean giving more attention to himself, not because of the existence of the last child so that affection is felt differently. However, because I have learned a lot in raising him, my children each have different levels of conditions.

Love should not be created differently in raising children. As parents we sometimes like to be seen making a difference in raising our children. And all of them are just present without any basis to distinguish one from another.

My youngest child, a little boy who very often makes laughter at our place where we live. His behavior brings a lot of atmosphere that makes the conditions of the house so comfortable and peaceful. Everything he does, whether it's playing, watching, or gathering and on the way, there is always a story he makes that brings laughter. Of course it's just the four of us. Because maybe only we understand why it can be said to be funny or make us laugh.

Even if he is guilty in the end, when I am scolding or punishing him, I am often made unable to continue to be angry and punish him. Often when he makes a mistake he immediately admits and immediately stops or tries to hide or hide the mistakes he has made. But after a while he will admit his own mistakes.

My youngest sibling who smiles and laughs easily. As the name implies, Dhiya Rafa Riadi, which means the ray of happiness for the Riadi family. It fits perfectly with the meaning in Arabic that I took as the name I gave him. He always gave a happy smile for me and his two brothers. He always gives joy in the various conditions that we have been through. And he never complains about asking for everything he likes by force. Like understanding the state of the condition every time that is lived. He never cries when he wants something he likes. And he never chooses about the food or the food we've eaten so far.

There are many things that make him so cute and different from my other two children. It seems that it will not be enough if it is written in words alone. It is difficult to give a complete picture. And of course every parent understands this. Our pride is our children, true love is their love, and true smile is the smile that is presented by them.

Love that is often cherished by parents. Love that is often forgotten by parents. Love that is often misunderstood by adults. Yes, the love of a child who is still so pure is full of various beautiful words of happiness that are difficult to put into words. Behavior that is so real and without being made up, comes just like that full of sincerity.

The struggle of every step of the parents becomes so meaningful with their presence. Gives thousands of unfathomable powers. Make every dream come true. In prayer and in daydream how grateful for all the gifts of the Almighty with the presence of a child.

My cute footsteps, continue to make smiles for your father, your brothers and sister. Continue to give happiness to your family and those around you. God always accompanies your existence under His protection. Raise your voice with goodness and truth. Strengthen yourself with all the obstacles that cross in front of you. Bow your head with all humility to the word of forgiveness and protection of the Almighty Creator. Cover yourself with gratitude and peace of mind when you grow up later.