11 feels significant. I don't exactly know why given just last year was your big first decade, a milestone that is well recognised by every parent of every ten year old. Perhaps 11 feels more significant because it may be the start of the lasts of many things. Perhaps it's the last year that [...]
“Blink and you’ll miss it”, they say. But I didn’t miss it. I was there, placing you down to sleep in your tiny bassinet. I turned around and you were crawling, then suddenly climbing trees and within an olympic second of time you were leaping up to shoot basketballs. I was there spooning food [...]
Happy ninth birthday to my beautiful Jakey. This time nine years ago I knew you would be born on this day. For you had already let me know you were ready to arrive earth side the night before your actual birthday. My uterus contracted in a moment of first labour pain, which happened to [...]
Today I have an 8 year old son. Eight years means the days of me calling you my 'baby boy' are disappearing fast, despite my heart clutching at the tails of father time to stop him moving forwards. Eight years means you are still in the throes of childhood exuberance that can only exist [...]
