He’s crawling, quick come look, he’s actually moved!
Me, 26th December 2015
I remember it well, sitting in my living room with my sister as my boy took his first wobbly moves. He’d threatened it for a while, pushing himself up on all fours and rocking back and forth.
Being my third, I was in no rush to goad him on through his milestones, I wanted to preserve these baby days for as long as possible. There’d be no more babies to nurture through those pinnacle moments, the next time I’d burst with love and pride as a little one did all those wonderful things while unfolding from their pre natal slumber, joining the brave new world to adulthood, would be through the eyes of a grandparents.
This was my last and I wanted it be a long wonderful journey through baby, toddler and childhood. There would be no pushing on this time. I wanted to savour every moment.
But it was still a “yes” moment none the less, my baby was on the move and maybe now I would get a little more hands free time.
Then in 3 short months my curious little explorer would take his first steps which soon became toddles and in no time at all he’d stake his place in the perpetual toddler olympics. Where every outing is a race, every obstacle an opportunity to showcase his epic climbing skills and every open door the firing gun.
My boy was off, with me often running very close behind him!
I love that he’s got a serious zest of life and a drive to experience everything in his path. Reins have become my saviour, stuff that nonsense about my boy acquiring an invisible leash, that’s one thing which has yet to develop, I doubt it ever will. If I look like I’m walking the dog, so be it. Those reins have saved me from serious heart ache and grey hairs and show no sign of quashing any sense of adventure.
And with my safety harness firmly in place, I’m quiet happy to let me boy run free.
Just steady on the growing up thing please.
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