Some mornings I manage to drink a whole cup of tea whilst it’s still hot. But other mornings don’t go that way. I either miss that first cuppa altogether or I end up drinking tea and coffee when I get to work. Do you think I mind? Well, maybe a little but mostly no. When my son comes to sit with me and cuddle into me, that’s the nicest start to the day that I need.
There is something in common when it’s comes to mornings with my two year old. It’s our time, for me and him to cuddle, play, watch cartoons and eat breakfast together. Then we get dressed and brush our teeth. Some mornings we have about an hour to spend together, others less. I love waking up as early as I can which can be a struggle some mornings, especially during the colder months.
He has started to enjoy kicking a ball around the house and loves going into the kitchen and using the floor as his little football pitch. Whenever me or his dad tried to hide the ball this morning, trying to leave the house for nursery, Freddy either found the ball or looked for another one. He makes us smile so much. Yesterday, Danny said, “This is the most I’ve seen mummy kick a ball in all the years I’ve known her.” We do these things for our babies though, don’t we?!
Freddy might not remember much of these mornings when he gets older and that’s okay. I will though and I’ll do my best to give him the love he deserves, especially when it comes to starting his day. I’ll try to close my eyes for a few more minutes and I’ll hear his little voice chatting away to himself. He never cries because he knows one or both of us are coming to get him. For an active toddler who acts like everything’s a climbing frame, he hasn’t attempted to get out of his cot yet (touch wood).
When me or his dad go into his room and his face pops up from his cot with the biggest smile. It’s the best feeling. It’s as though it’s a smile that he has just for us.
He has a little routine where we go downstairs, Freddy will bring his blanket and get cosy on the couch either before or after deciding to have cereal, a banana or apple, or picking at all three! Most days he will cuddle into the other blankets on the couch too.
Taking after me, he loves his cups of tea, decaf of course. The way he says “teeea” and looks up to the kettle melts my heart every day. I wonder what it’ll be like when he doesn’t do that anymore. Moments like these are so precious.
There’s nothing better than starting my day with Freddy and his bundle of energy, even though I might need a cup of coffee to two to wake me up properly. I could be having a tough week and he still manages to make me feel better. One sweet look, kiss, cuddles, smile, all of it, it’s irreplaceable.
