I’m sitting watching you at Soft play with your mates. You didn’t want a party, you were even dreading your class mates singing to you at school. This is perfect for you, spend some quality time with your three best mates.
And that’s when it hits me. You are a real proper person with best mates and a whole heap of complex social connections, building up to a life independent from me. You have real big worries, stuff you have to work out yourself, that I can only guide you through so much.
You are getting more independent by the minute it seems. There are things that I can’t simply swoop out of your life. You are learning your own way. You are growing up.
I still remember so many details of the day you were born eight years ago. As the days goes on,I remember the exact time and place my waters broke, when labour started, the moment I set my eyes on you. I had no words, I was in complete awe. You were perfect, rose-cheeked, almost as if you made a special effort to let me see you for the first time. For the shortest time I didn’t even know if you were a girl or a boy, the midwife had to remind me to check.
You are my little Noodle, my most treasured thing.
And so I sit here reminiscing. It’s certainly a roller coaster, this mother lark. And yes, it’s not all roses. Parenting is a constant learning and yes, you are turning into a stroppy teenager already. You know what you want and for sure let us know what you don’t.
But I’m so proud of the beautiful, gentle, loving young man you are turning into.
And at the end of each day, I get to watch you sleep peacefully with your gorgeous, super long eyelashes and your cute button nose. And that’s when I know there is nothing better in the world than to be your mummy.
I love you, my precious boy.
And please, slow down the next eight years a bit!