My not-so-little-boy: Soon to be a threenager
Next week my baby is going to be three.
As he keeps telling me, “I not a baby, I a big boy mummy.”
In theory I should be happy to say goodbye to the “terrible” twos, but I’m not. They really haven’t been that terrible at all.
Yes, the potty training has been trying. Yes, the end-of-the-world tears at the most random of things is tiring. Yes, the fact I can recite almost word-for-word entire episodes of Thomas the Tank Engine and Fireman Sam is probably not exactly ideal. But before we enter the threenager stage (I’m so not ready!) here are some
reasons I love the “terrible twos”.
All the feels: Only last week for the very first time Sonny Jim said to me utterly unprompted and out of nowhere, “my love you SO much mummy.” (Heart melting much?) He also tells me that “my happy now,” shows genuine concern for the feelings of others (including the trains on Thomas, “Gordon saaad mummy, he needs a rub now”) and hugs you, just because he wants to.
My biggest blessing
At the grand old age of 32 I am now older than one of my best friends when she died.
When Vic was 31 she was fighting the bravest of battles against lung cancer. A battle she lost some seven months short of her 32nd in 2013.
By contrast I spent most of my 31st year pregnant with my much-longed for first child (my little Sonny Jim.)
And today I’m celebrating my 32nd – a year my darling girl Vic never reached – with my 4-month-old boy – a little lad she would have loved so much.
There’s a saying that getting old is a privilege denied to many – and it’s true. So today, rather than moan that I’m getting old, that I’m getting wrinkles, that the baby woke me up at 4am, I’m counting my blessings with my Sonny Jim giggling on my lap.
Happy birthday to me.
A note from beyond. Read Vic’s last letter here
Today is her Maj’s 89th birthday (very many happy returns Ma’am!) and it’s a well know fact that her favourite tipple is Dubonnet (which BTW, was developed in 1846 to encourage French Legionnaires to drink quinine for malaria!)
Octavie Old-Fashioned Tumbler, £26
The Queen Mother was another fan – she liked a Dubonnet and gin with a slice of lemon under the ice. Continue reading