Wednesday, 6 July 2016
He loves his shoes.
I almost forgot how important these little milestones are for wee ones. And for us!
As a third child, I try really hard to not forget about all the wee things that make up Owen's babyhood.
It's not easy though, when we have so many other things going on.
Where most first-time parents are making everything about their littlest person, I am often caught unawares by the next stage.
It feels like my littlest guy, the one I wanted to hold onto the longest, is shooting up faster than I imagined.
With Thomas, it felt like I had an eternity of him; almost too much time. I used to feel the strain of every minute detail and worried over the slightest thing. I did two baby books. I wrote all the 'firsts' on a calendar. I made hand prints and foot prints and baby albums.
When Ethan came along, I felt the angst of dealing with two small children, picking at the small bits and trying my best to get through the day.
The two of them together were very hard work and I got little respite from that.
I always felt anxious for them to be more independent, to go to nursery, to spend time with others. I needed the break, I needed to go to work, I needed them to play by themselves for a bit. I needed to make sure they had good experiences and that I kept my promises and that we spent good time together as a famly; and we did.
And now, this third, sweet, delicious child.
The one we knew would be the last.
He fits in, slots in like we've had him forever.
We forgot the baby book.
We tried with the milestone cards (we really did).
But we are taking it all in. Inhaling every moment deeply.
Every day I examine his face for changes.
I despair when he moves up yet another size in clothes.
His first shoes were a size 4!
We didn't spend £25 on his first pair, because we know a lot of things about baby shoes - how long they last, the liklihood of him losing one in the street, the grief and stress of spending wasted hours searching for the other shoe in parks and supermarkets; not worth it.
But he has shoes.
He is happy.
I wish he would stop growing!
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