So I sit here thinking, How time flies.............................. Am looking at my son and remembering the first time I held him in my arms, how small he looked and felt, I look at how big and agile he is now and I can't believe how much time has passed. I believe those that have children and those that stay around kids will understand what I am writing about today.
I look around the house I just cleaned up a minute ago, and it looks like "hurricane something" just swept through my house. You're constantly picking up stuff, arranging and re-arranging, putting toys back in the toy basket,sweeping the floor, putting away sharp and dangerous objects, there is an endless stream of laundry to do, the washing machine is constantly whirring, a heap of clothes to iron always, clothes to keep sorting through to know those that are still in size and those that are now smaller than "the son" who grows by the inch daily, you're constantly child-proofing your home because "the son" keeps trying to experiment and find new ways to make your heart jump out of your chest from fear, it seems the more you try to steer him away from danger, the more he is attracted and fascinated by it.
One morning, he is saying two words, by afternoon he has learnt to say three more words, by bedtime he is giving you toddler gist in toddler language that is understood only by the mum and the toddler #smiles# and you cant just wait for that time when he gets to start talking in a language everyone understands.
One moment, he is totally dependent on you, the next moment you are the dependent one as he has you doing his bidding. It is just an unending cycle of fun daily.
The moment he realizes he is a bit taller and his hands can now reach the door knob, table top, freezer top and any other top you can think of, then he begins to experiment, opening, closing, slamming, pulling, touching, pushing and doing all sorts that will have you locking up everywhere and keeping everything out of his reach, that is until he gets a little taller again and can reach farther!
And when the going gets tough, and it seems like you are so stressed and tired from all the running around and picking up you've had to do all day, "the son" turns to you with his angelic face(probably all smudged with yoghurt or some other kind of food), spreads his mouth wide in a very big toothy smile, runs to you with arms open wide and gives you a big warm hug, plants a big mushy kiss on your cheeks and tells you "love you mummy". In that moment, at that very second, you forget all about the tiredness and stress and all you can do is reciprocate and keep loving him, knowing "the son" is worth every bit of stress because he brings you so much joy and happiness you can't get anywhere else!
