In less than a week my youngest child will be 3 years old. 3 years old! I can no longer call him my baby when he is going to be 3!
What a gorgeous, wonderful, kind, caring, quirky, beautiful soul my son has become in his (almost) 3 years of being on this earth.
I remember the day he came into this world so perfectly. One thing that reminds me the most of this wonderful day had to be Dynamo. Do you know Dynamo the magician? I did before that day but by late morning on 9th August 2013 I knew pretty much all there was to know about him. While the anaesthetist was administering my spinal block (incorrectly the first three times!) the group of doctors were having a jolly time discussing the amazing wonder that is Dynamo. I had heard so much about him I was wondering if this was a brand new show for the magician and he was going to burst out of my stomach.
That all seams so long ago now and while every day I am trying to teach this little person a little more about life and a little more responsibility I can’t help but feel sad that he is growing up and his new found independence feels like he needs me less and less.
The soon to be birthday boy of course can not wait. He keeps telling me
‘I’m gonna be a big boy now like Daddy’
I wonder if he expects he is going to wake up with chest hair, tattoos and stubble. I hope he isn’t to disappointed!