The day my big boy turned 3

My first born baby turned three today. I’m sitting here feeling so full … full of cake most certainly, but my heart feels even fuller than that.

All week I’d been stressing. About work, about the fact I hadn’t bought all his present yet, attempting to make cupcakes to take to kindy before realising I had no eggs, that I never seem to have enough time. The critical voice was kicking into over drive. Bad mum, bad friend, bad worker. Tsk, Tsk!

But as I sit here, all that seems so meaningless. My boy got his presents, the cupcakes got made, my work got done, we spent Saturday night making him a rocket cake. The lead up wasn’t perfect, things had to be cast aside, stripped back until only the important parts remained. Continue reading

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Wordless Wednesday: That smile

My boy, your smile has such power and such joy. May you always believe in it and never be ashamed to let it light up someone’s life. As it does mine.

Linking up with Aussie Wordless Wednesday @ My Little Drummer Boys

About a boy, age 2

My boy turned two last Friday. Watching him tear into his day with the same wild abandon he used to rip open his presents at 6am in the morning brought such a joy to my heart.

Alot of posts here about my boy have been filled with worry about what the future holds, this appointment or that appointment or why he was late at meeting his milestones.

So caught up in my worry, I haven’t always expressed what amazes me about my boy. And he amazes me everyday – the way he interacts with the world and the people in it tells me this boy will be okay. More than okay.

So, here it is – About a boy age 2 Continue reading