I remember when my baby didn’t even know he had hands. We would put his tiny fingers in scratch mitts to save his face. The mitts were so small they were like finger puppets.
Now Charlie’s nearly two years old and I am facing a reality that my baby is not a baby anymore. It was bound to happen.
I haven’t known him for very long but I almost can’t remember when he was wearing the finger puppets. The details are fading and being replaced by an insanely busy life where I constantly feel I don’t give him enough time.
When Charlie was a baby all I had was time with him. The first moment we first locked eyes felt like an eternity. It was so quiet and I hadn’t prepared anything to say. We just stared at each other.
“Hi, I am your Mum,” I finally said, with tears streaming down my face.
My little baby at a few weeks old. (Post continues below).
That’s how it began. I had crossed a gulf to motherhood, unlocking an ocean of space in my heart that I didn’t know was there. At the same time my son was seeing a new world too.
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Bahhhh.... This made me cry. My little mad starts daycare next week and I just don't know where the last year has gone.
A friend told me while I was pregnant 'the days are long, but the years are short' and it's so true.
I've never heard that....so so true.
i feel the same way! my son is turning two at the end of the year and i am amazed everyday by him and his development and constantly say "you used to be so little!"