In just over a month Big E will be three years old. In the four months since Little E arrived I have watched him growing so fast. Changing daily. He seems so tall now, so big. Gone is my baby. He is bright and boisterous and funny and articulate and headstrong and gentle all at once. When I look into his big hazel eyes I am filled with love. The kind of love only a mother can feel for a child.
I never knew real unconditional love until I had children. I really would do anything, anything for them.
His affection melts my heart. He tells me he loves me a hundred times a day and I tell him right back. He has learned a certain level of independence. He has had no choice. There is a part of me that is trying to suppress guilt at not being able to give him one hundred percent of my attention one hundred percent of the time. But when he has my attention I am all his.
He is funny. He dances like no-one is watching, all arms and legs windmilling then bobbing down and wiggling his little bottom. He bosses me around like he is in charge, which, of course, he probably is.
At bedtime, after he’s been read a story, he will sit with the night light on ‘reading’. We listen to him reciting whole memorised pages from his favourite books and making new stories up from the pictures in others. He often falls asleep clutching a book which we have to tiptoe in and prise from his little grasp.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he will call me from his bedroom gate. His bed will no longer do. I gladly bring him into mine. We snuggle up together and he is comforted by twirling strands of my hair until he is fast asleep again. In my sleeplessness I watch him slumber. All soft and innocent. Chest slowly rising and falling. Young heart beating rhythmically. Little lips pouting. Closed long lashed eyes dreaming. Perfect.
I watch him and hope (and maybe even pray, just a little) that when his is grown he will still always want to tell his mum he loves her and give her a big cuddle.
I am proud to be his Mummy.
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This just makes me want to blub. I have the same relationship with both of mine and I don't ever want it to change.
Lovely! It is such a magical time isn't it!
It's a good age. It's my favorite age to be honest, at least so far, and we're lucky to be part of it
My son, Evan will be three at the end of this month, so they are about the same age. He's my star.
You've made my eyes prickle! My little one is two on saturday and is gorgeous too!
Awww.. I never want the baby stage to be over :*(
It IS amazing how strong the love can be.
Very sweet. I've heard that little boys really love their mummies. Guess it's true! Nice post.
Aww, he's such a cutie. I am loving Joseph being 3, that combination of independence but stilling very much needing his Mama.
Beautiful post. Isn't it the most wonderful feeling in the world when they are lying asleep in your arms.
CJ xx
Just LOVE that post. So reminds me of my relationship with mine.
Lovely post, makes me quite emotional! I think Big E must be exactly a year younger than my first. I'm thinking back to a year ago and I remember it's a lovely age – a mixture of still being needy but being independent too. A year on and he thinks he knows it all but he'll very occasionally let me cuddle him. They grow up too fast, lovely to record it in a blog post like this.
A beautiful post – and good for you for observing him so wonderfully. May the cuddles last for a very, very long time yet
Only just read that & it made me cry. Absolutely lovely. xx
Lovely *sniff* x
That was so beautiful. And he is a little cutie. My niece turned 3 this week. It is a fabulous age, and so funny.