Dear My Little Toddler Terror,
Except you aren’t so little anymore are you? You are a very big boy of three years old today. Or as you keep telling me
Which you’re not, not yet anyway. But then again you also think Mummy and Daddy are 7 so that’s ok.
It feels like only yesterday you came into the world, as dramatic as your mother, announcing your arrival and quickly ruling the roost.
Except it wasn’t yesterday. It was three years, three houses and a whole other country ago!
You, my biggest baby, have had a very special job these past three years. It’s you who has taught me how to be a mother. And not just any old mother. Yours. And really not mother. Just mummy. Your mummy. As you delight in telling your nursery teacher when I pick you up. As you shout out in the supermarket. As you announce to your friends. As you say to my friends.
That’s MY Mummy
And I am your mummy. It’s a job I’ve loved since you arrived and we set off on this learning curve together, me learning how to be Mummy, you just learning all about the world.
From the countless sleepless nights, to first family trips where we discovered how life adapts when we bring you little people into the equation yet still exhilarated and excited to be able to show you the world. From breastfeeding to weaning. From Clapham to Dubai. Life has been one big adventure from the get go and you, my little man, have taken it all in your stride with a smile on your face.
Somehow, along the journey we’ve taken, you’ve morphed from a baby, who loved boobie milk and walks in the park.
To a boddler, who discovered a love of all things kitchen which hasn’t diminished even now you’re three, never learning to crawl preferring to be the king of speed commando crawler before taking wobbly first steps to reach out to grab a wooden spoon.
Those tentative first steps getting bolder and braver. Becoming an independent toddler who knows his own mind, what he likes and what he DOES NOT like.
Pushing boundaries and growing up before our eyes, you seemed to become a big boy the day you became a big brother, overnight you went from being my baby to my big boy yet you took it in your stride. Acting so grown up that we have to take a step back and remember that you are still only a baby.
A little hand reaching out for reassurance. A worried glance to make sure we are watching you, unless of course you are doing something you know you shouldn’t be, needing us to celebrate all achievements with you however small. Watching you as you’ve learnt to walk, talk, run, jump. Knowing when you are being confident and brave, whilst being there behind you when you need a helping hand.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all been rainbows and glitter. There are days when I shout. There are days now when you shout. We’ve had tears and tantrums and that’s just from me. There have been frustrations when we’ve found it difficult to understand you, there have been frustrations when you don’t understand me or do understand me but pretend not too. Through it all you’ve continued to grow up.
And how proud I am of you. The little boy you are now. The bigger boy your future holds. The man I know you will become.
You are so caring of others, so loving. The way you tenderly cuddle your brother melts my heart every single time. He is YOUR baby and you like to make sure you know where he is at all times, knowing who is holding him, reminding him that he’s your baby.
Your imagination and your memory, waving at aeroplanes in the sky reminding me that they take Grandma back from Dubai to England. Remembering the way to your friends houses and shouting at me if I am taking you the wrong way (sense of direction doesn’t come from Mummy there!). Watching you play with your friends, imagination games, running games, learning to catch, learning to share, always learning, always growing.
Growing up, but one thing you will never be too old for is a cuddle with your Mummy, because my little one, you will always be my baby.
I love you.
Happy birthday (and enjoy the trampoline)
Mummy x x x