This week my son you learned to ride your big sister’s scooter. Probably the sweetest thing I have ever seen. I watched you as you placed your foot onto the board (first two, then one) and slowly caught your balance, and how you quickly you learnt to use your other foot to keep you moving.
I was so busy smiling from ear to ear and feeling all emotional about it, I nearly forgot to capture it on my phone. But I did, I caught you scootering for the first time at 18 months old.
You had tried numerous times at home on our paved path asking mummy to ‘momon’ and beckoning me over to pull you along by the handles, while you enjoyed a ride with both feet on the board.
My son you are the most sweetest little boy, mostly found smiling, giggling, laughing and generally been extremely happy even when you fall on your bum, that’s generally okay too and not a problem in your books. You don’t mind much you don’t ask for a lot either, just food and lots of cuddles from dad and I.
You are strong, beautiful and bold. You have a soul as fearless as a tiger and as soft as the pale evening sky. You can feel the warmth in your heart radiate around you. Now that is beautiful.
Im lucky enough that you are here to keep me loving, remind me this life is beautiful, to not sweat the small stuff and keep climbing mountains. Like you.
Without fail everyday you my son will try and do things a normal 18 month old wouldn’t attempt. I thank your big sister for that. No mountain is to tall and you will try anything even if you fail the first time. I love this about you and I hope for you that I can nurture this and help you develop this fearless nature, so that as you grow you sour beyond the clouds and into realms which we can only dream of.
I love you so much as you know, but I love you so much your cheeky grin can bring me to tears. Memories flood my mind as I write this about you. I am reminded how everyday of your little life so far has been an absolute gift, although maybe not the ones where you kept me up all night, we have had a lot of those, and that’s okay because those nights you kept me up crying, well I thank you for them because it built the foundations of our relationship as mother and son.
I was able to so tenderly give you the security you needed and build on the trust you so needed in me so that you are as I call you now, fearless and strong. Just like I wished you to be. You are.