I seem to have been missing for a while. Although it has only been five days it seems a lot longer to me. We have had the most eventful week over here. Archie broke his foot on Friday evening, just before Mr T arrived home, he was crying and wouldn’t walk on it so we rushed him up to A&E. To our surprise just an hour after arriving, he started walking on it albeit limping a bit. The nurse offered us n X-ray but seeing he was walking on it advised he was probably fine and of course they try to avoid children coming into contact with radiation unnecessarily. So we went home. On the weekend and through the nights he would cry and still limped on it. My mum was upset we never got the X-ray and said it said it could still be broken even though he was walking on it (which was news to me). So I decided to take him back on Monday morning to get an X-ray and to make sure.
I was sitting in the consulting room after the X-ray waiting for the results. The nurse came in and told me he had a small break. I burst into tears as it was an absolute shock. I really did not think that he would have been able to walk on it and sleep at night with such pain. I felt like the worst mum in the world I felt awful and that I had let him go through unnecessary pain. Of course the nurse reassured me I had done no lasting damage and sometimes these things find a way of healing themselves. I was just so relived he would have a cast put on to help support his injured foot.
So Monday was a good day as my little Archie had a cast put on his foot and he is now on the mend. Every nurse and doctor who saw him commented on how well behaved he was. My boy takes great joy in having other people (health professionals or me and his dad) look after him. It is really difficult to keep him from walking on it, but I am sure it will heal well regardless. We have a clinic appointment in a weeks time and hopefully he will be well on the mend by then.
Just recently these summer holidays we were so very happy to watch our little girl learn to ride her bike all by herself. Of course it is such a big milestone in a four year old’s life it had me in tears. I felt such a whirlwind of emotions all over, I had goosebumps from the sheer beauty of it. Watching her take off not realising her dad was no longer holding on. To me she is the cutest little girl in the whole world. I am so proud of her and watching her ride her bike emphasised to me how very proud I am of her always.
We took her back to the park near our house where she learnt to ride to practice her newly aquatinted skills, and she had the greatest time laughing with her dad and moaning that her brother was not allowed on her bike. Although her dad managed to sneak a few goes on it while she played in the park.
There is something so special about watching your little one ride a bike without the fairy wheels (stabilisers). I honestly mean that. It is so true. As you let her go and she balances and rides alone you see her wings expand, her head held a little higher and your heart breaks. Not from sadness but from the sheer beauty of the moment, the adrenaline pouring through you both, you are out of breathe from running after her, as she takes that leap of faith and succeeds at holing her own, you just know, you just know that she is going to be okay. She is going to succeed and she is a fighter. She is everything you wanted inside one little girl you almost feel it all a dream. Her little smile growing wider, her chest pushing out, her confidence is sky high. Your goal has been achieved that she, she has learnt to believe in herself, in all her glory.
This milestone, which might seem small to some, but to a mother it is the most magnificent and most beautifully thrilling moment. It is because it reassures you that no matter how shy she may be or how very timid she can be she is going to be okay, she can do it and she does have the belief in herself that she needs to succeed. I love her so much. And I will never forget this moment not ever. I have folded it up onto a tiny piece of paper and put in the pocket of my most favourite jeans. The ones I always grab when I am in a rush, the ones that make me feel good when I feel bad, the ones that literally are about 7 years old. Those ones.
I know in all the chaos of my day to day life there will be a moment when I reach to put my hand in my back pocket and there it will be. The memory in note form waiting to be opened to remind me of life’s simple pleasures and of the true meaningfulness that a moment can give you. The day my little girl learned to ride her bike.