Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Zeph is pretty keen to grow up. Not a day goes by without him saying 'i'm growing up into an adult'. He's looking forward to being able to surf and skate like his Dadda. But every now and again, he displays a yearning to stay small.
The other day, after insisting on being carried in the sling on our walk he told me that he didn't want to grow up anymore.
Later that night we talked about the time when he grew in my tummy and how he and I were linked from a cord that was attached to his belly button.
Simultaneously, he wriggled and tussled with a pink size 0 polar fleece onesie (belonging to his sister) as he tried to fit his strong 3 year old body into it. His face was desperate and his disappointment tangible when he finally accepted that it wasn't going to fit.
My boy really is growing up and I think he can feel it, so he's hanging on to every last thread of life as a little one and I'm more than happy to indulge him.
He is my treasure and watching him grow is the greatest honour that has ever been bestowed upon me.
I hope he grows slowly and well.
I hope he always loves his mumma.
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