The Mama Perspective | Mum Blog

Somehow, we’ve already arrived at the six-month mark with Jack, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around how quickly time is moving. It feels like only yesterday he was this tiny newborn curled up on my chest, and now here we are – introducing foods, moving him into his big-boy cot, and watching him grow into his own little personality. I’ve got a KIT day coming up at work soon, which has stirred up all sorts of mixed emotions. It’s exciting in some ways, stepping back into that part of my life, but there’s also a little sadness that comes with realising just how fast time is passing by. I think every mum understands that tug-of-war between wanting to see their babies grow while wanting to freeze time entirely.

Jack seems to be in no mood for slowing down though. He wants to be on the go constantly. The minute he’s on the floor, he rolls straight onto his tummy and pushes himself up like he’s ready to take off. He’s so determined at attempting to crawl. It’s so cute seeing his little legs kicking away, his arms stretching forward like he’s reaching for the next big adventure. It’s amazing to watch, even if part of me is whispering, “No, not yet… I’m not ready!”

What hasn’t changed is how happy he is. He really is the smiliest, most content little boy. He loves his playtime, loves cuddles, and absolutely lights up when he hears nursery rhymes. It often reminds me of his big brother at this age – another little mover who could never keep still. I’m starting to wonder whether we’re raising another future footballer.

Each day is day busy, full, but they’re also incredibly special. That’s what I’m trying to remind myself. There’s something magical about watching Jack discover the world bit by bit – new tastes, new sounds, and lots of giggles. Every small milestone feels like something to celebrate and a reminder of how lucky I am to witness it all. It also shows me that no matter how big my biggest baby gets, we should never stop celebrating him too. 

Six months in, I’m emotional, grateful, tired, and proud – especially of Freddy being the kindhearted big brother he’s grown into. Motherhood is such a blend of feelings – happiness mixed with nostalgia, and excitement mixed with a longing for time to slow down. But as I look at Jack growing into his own little person, I’m trying to make the most of the rest of my maternity leave before I won’t get to see his little face all day. Queue the tears…