I had a sudden pang of sadness this morning, whilst walking the children to school. Little Georgie reached up to ask for my hand and as I felt his tiny, warm fingers on mine I realised that it won’t be long and he will also be heading off to school too. The realisation that soon my little babies will be big boys, not wanting to hold my hand. But instead walking behind me, embarrassed to be walked to school. It’s a huge cliche I know, but time really does go too fast when you’re a parent. And these really are the good old days, the wonder years.
I wrote this time last year an open letter to Henry as he started school and since then time has slid through my hands like grains of sand and it’s just one short year, 365 days, before George starts his next chapter and joins big brother in this exciting journey. I’m so thankful that I’ve been able to spend the last few years with them, working from home, watching them grow before my eyes into the kind, funny souls that they have become.
– Wearing beautiful merino jumpers from The Faraway Gang, kindly gifted to us –
I wouldn’t change that time for anything, and I will be making the most out of each one of those 365 days remaining left with my baby before I lose him to school each day, returning home to a quiet home, devoid of superhero battles and little voices asking me repeatedly for a drink/snack/wee. I’m excited for the time I will have to focus on my work and to pour myself into it daily, rather than struggling to fit it all in before 1am creeps up on me each night, but I know I want to make the most of the full year ahead of us before that time arrives.
I can see why people keep having babies, I feel more broody now than I have in a while. I think I just know that soon it will be just me and my work day to day. No children to tend to, no bottoms to clean, no infinite bogies to wipe.
Perhaps it’s time to get a dog…