Hey! When did you grow up?
All week, i’ve been struggling to find a way to express this post, so im just going to come out and say what I want to say. When in the hell did my baby boy grow up?
He’s only 18 months old, but i’m blown away by just how independent he is. He speaks close to 40 words, now. He knows when we’re going to work (and he to day-care), and runs to the door in anticipation each morning. Walking out of our (soon to be ex) house, he walks up to sewer grates, bends over to peer into the abyss and calls out to…..whoever…Once done with his chat, he holds onto the railings and walks himself down a flight of 10 stairs, without tripping up. He knows when his mum and dad are unhappy, and runs to our rescue when we need it, and who could resist the opportunity to ask for (and receive) a kiss on the cheek. If he does something wrong and gets told off, he knows the face to pull which melts his mummy’s heart and makes my stone cold heart go luke-warm, invariably resulting in him being hugged and consoled; Master Manipulator.
The tires of working the equivalent of two to three jobs means that he just grew up from under my nose when I wasn’t watching. I justify it to myself because he deserves more than what we can currently offer him, and so working this hard isn’t much of a sacrifice in order for him to have a big backyard where we’d play cricket on weekends.
He’s still young yet, but i feel like even if i quit all my jobs and spent 24×7 with him i’d still miss him grow up. It’s a lose-win situation, but as long as he’s winning I can live with it.
