There is something about the bitter cold that hits you late autumn. We are still in November but the past couple of days I have felt the chill in my bones. I cant seem to make myself warm. I have had the heating on day and night, and I never have it on while I sleep. So that means it is really quite chilly here.
I am trying my hardest to slow down a little. Now that summer is over and autumn is nearly done too I want to just take it easy. If I can!? I currently have about four blog posts to still write, which are collaborations and you know what… I haven’t even written one yet. So I think they need my urgent attention. Well I have two due for the end of this week and its already nearly Wednesday and it is Archie’s party this weekend. So I am as clueless as you when it comes to fitting this in. But i’ll get it done. I always do. Somehow life works out for me. So I am not going to complain about that.
What I am complaining about is that my little boy is going to be two years old on Monday and I honestly wish it had gone a little slower. Just slow enough to have ten extra minutes cuddling together in the morning, a little less rushing out the door, a little more watching him eat, watching him play. I know I did enough and soaked in those moments, but once they are gone they are gone no matter how much you sit and take it all in at the time. Know matter how grateful you are for a day, and how slowly you take it, once the day is over, its over.
My children, are no longer babies. Considering Archie is our last baby too, well that just makes it all little more sad for me. Don’t get me wrong I am happy, ecstatic actually that he is growing up and learning more, expressing himself more, talking to me, making his own decisions as to what he wants to eat. Today for lunch I asked him what he wanted and his response “cackers and nana mummy’. He has even started to take off his shoes and coat himself. I do a lot for him so I don’t know if this is late but I don’t mind either way.
My journey second time round with him is relaxed, slow and meaningful. He cuddles me umpteen times throughout the day, kisses my face, places his hand on me knee, he looks up at me with his beautiful smile and I melt instantly. Even when I am angry or certain he is not having one more ‘sweetie’, he holds those little hands of his in front of his face, bounces them and says ‘peas mummy peas’ he has a lisp too. And it is the most cutest lisp I ever did hear. Then I look at him and because he has asked so nicely I say: “okay only one more, okay” he claps his hands “yes mummy” and runs to grab one more. How can you ever be angry or have bad day with a voice so sweet and a heart so whole?
He is my son and he will be two whole years old on Monday and that is why when I remember this fact, on my bad days I take a deep breathe, exhale and thank my lucky stars for another beautiful day with him.