I constantly go between wanting you to be my baby forever and all the amazing things you’re going to do in this life.
I found this quote while wasting time on Pinterest (amazing how much more ‘important’ things you can do to avoid housework.) It sums up how I feel about motherhood in a nutshell. I cherish every milestone and live it like it’s the last time I’m ever going to feel that way again. Yet I pine for those early days, not just with the Toddler but all my boys.
My littlest son seems to have flown through those early months and I’m starting to struggle to remember holding a tiny baby, snuggled on my chest. Not once did I resent the velcro baby that needed constant human contact. Days pinned to sofa as he decided today he needed breastfeeding more than I thought possible. Knowing it was only for a short time I resorted to working our day around having a constant pair of hands to either help me or hold him. (The latter was usually the option.)
My boy loved cuddles and still does, but he also has fierce independence to try everything. No mountain is too big to climb from emptying and turning on the dishwasher, fetching his own shoes and even helping hold our mad sproker on our morning walk.
It was during a trip to the local coffee shop where I watched him stir his baby chino like his dad did then take a sip, thoughtfully and carefully from his cup, that I realised that those baby days are well and truly over. He’s a little boy in an adult world and what a world it is.
2 caring, attentive brothers, a mum and dad who adore him. But I have a sneaky feeling that our large age gap is contributing to him fast forwarding through these innocent and carefree days.
My boy is growing up but today I just want to press pause and savour these cute moments so they don’t fuzz over like the early days.