Where has my baby gone?
This isn’t going to be one of those posts where I sob over how fast our little man is growing. In fact I’m enjoying watching our little man explore the world he can now reach and touch. When I see him toddling around the park, I often smile to myself and wonder when that exact moment was I thought “Where has my baby gone?”.
I know many will say he hasn’t gone, he will always be my baby. For C I know this to be true. She often tells him, he will be her baby even when he is 55. But for me, he isn’t my baby anymore. He is my little man, my small dude, my cheeky monkey and my little explorer. He will always be my son, my special beautiful son, that’s a given that nobody can ever change, but he is no longer my little baby.
I love how independent he has become, especially when we are at the park. As soon as he is out of his Smart Trike, he is wandering over to the piece of apparatus he wants to play with. You can try to gently steer him towards something aimed at his age, but he would much rather head towards the roundabout or the seesaws or the 5ft tall slide.
M’s favourite part of the playground used to be the swings, he still loves these, but he has started to venture onto the slide. Even at 11 months he has that urge all children have, which is to climb up the slide the wrong way. We’ve let him go down the slide on his own several times, but we always have to make sure we catch him before he shoots of the end, he’s quite speedy when in slide mode.
I think the swings are my favourite. Always have been. It’s great to see M enjoy the swings too. He’s not one for sitting on our laps to swing as he loves sitting on his own. C is much more sensible than I am when it comes to swinging M. I go for the more fast and high approach (within reason, I’m still a responsible parent).
I know there will come a time when he won’t want us to push him on the swing, or help him down the slide. There will even be a time when the park is no longer cool unless he’s sat down there with his mates and some chips (if he’s anything like I was as a teen). But I’ll embrace each moment he gains some more independence, as I may wonder Where has my baby gone?, but I also love to wonder what man will he become.