It suddenly hit me last night that my little baby is growing up so fast. He’s not a baby anymore, he’s a fiesty three year old with attitude to boot. He talks up a storm and has ideas all of his own. He’s not quite ready to leave home but his independence streak is strong. I dread the teenage years.
It hit me last night because I threw his pram out. The last ‘baby’ thing that we had. He is much too big for it now and his feet touch the ground when he sits in it. He’s no longer in nappies and can take himself off to the toilet. He doesn’t always come back fully dressed but he’s making progress.
I listen to him playing in his room. He creates scenarios now, the cars have voices they don’t just got vroom anymore. He interacts with his toys, telling stories and giving them life. He takes in everything around him and sometimes it’s quite funny listening to him recreate conversations he has heard Devil Papa and I have.
He wants to talk about things he watches and discuss what he sees. If he is scared we talk about why he is scared and it stops the fear for a little while. He asks why things do what they do, and who they came to be. I am thankful that at the moment I am the smartest person he knows. It won’t be long before he starts school and will know it all.
As much as he drives me up the wall, I love him. I love watching him grow and change. I love watching his personality develop. He makes me laugh and cry and both altogether. I look forward to watching him blossom and grow further.
Have you had an ‘aha’ moment with your kids lately? Have they suddenly seemed to grow up in front of you?