When you have a little person in your life, a son or daughter, or multiple of each, your life changes forever. With every little smile, cry, step, cuddle, they take a huge part of your heart that can’t be untouched.
Since becoming a mum, there have been little things that I’ve gotten frustrated at a lot; then there have been way more magical moments which even if I’ve cried, they have hit me in a way that makes me want to cherish all the other moments to come.
Earlier today I posted a video on TikTok showing my son’s handprints over our glossed kitchen cupboard doors. The old me would’ve wiped it as soon as I spotted it. The new me – in progress – is embracing the marks, mess, and chaos. I am trying to remind myself that those little finger prints won’t be around in years to come. The little but loud footsteps and jumping around the house won’t be heard forever; neither will the towers of building blocks falling down or balls and cars rattling down the spiral slide toys.
It breaks my heart to think but one day my little boy will be ‘too old’ and things will change. He won’t want to go for walks with his mummy, to be taken to the park and pushed on the swings, or to be cheered on as he takes on the bigger slide. He won’t need his mummy to lift his up and comfort him when he’s unwell. But I will still be in his corner no matter old he gets. He’s only two years old but I want him to grow up knowing that every little moment matters who shows up makes a difference.
Seeing him laugh when he’s playing or giggling, usually with daddy and grandad, lights up my world. It’s like the rush of everything else freezes and I’m stuck in these moments to teach me that time with your children is so precious. After all, as a parent, I am part of everything he knows. He might be cheeky at times but that’s part of his own personality. Whatever he does to smile doesn’t need to be understood by anyone else. Me and his dad will always be proud of him no matter what.
Just the other day he pronounced his numbers from 1-10 in a way that we understood. It went something like “On, two, eee… AAATE, nin, en”. He’s at a stage where he loves to say, “I did it” and he is so proud of himself and claps. We reinforce it. He’s learning at his own pace, and he is happy.
Who’s the little love of your life? What the little things they do to make you smile?
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