It’s so funny and so scary how fast they grow. It’s a cliche, but it’s a cliche for a reason. I’ve never heard any parent say how slow their children have grown up – and that’s because it just goes so incredibly fast. Every now and again I see baby Daisy. She pulls a facial expression and I see the tiny little newborn that would stare back up at me in awe. Every now and then I’ll see the proud little Daisy as she learns to take her first steps. Or her funny facial expressions as she learns to talk, to sit up for the first time, first foods. I like to think that even in years to come, I’ll still get these little flash backs caused by one simple expression. Not only that, but occasionally, and quite often more than not, I’ll see a glimpse into the future. She’ll do something and I think ‘wow! How old are you?’.
She’ll tell me I’m doing something wrong, and then continues in telling me how to do it. She’ll stand there with her hands on her hips and look all diva-ish. She’ll point out a jumper she likes whilst shopping and say ‘Mummy, I like that one, I think that one will look nice on me’. When did my funny little almost-three-year-old turn into a teenager?! I guess it’s called ‘threenager‘ for a reason. I’m not sure if I feel it more because I don’t have any plans for a second child in the near future – but I want to freeze time so much. I wish she would stay this small. (as small as she isn’t!). I wish she would toddle around when she’s tired and ask for cuddles forever. I know she’ll always need me. Because everyone always needs their mum. But I know there’s going to be a time where she becomes even more independent, and I want to just prolong that chapter in her life for a little longer. Oh, life.. why don’t you come with a pause button?!
Now that I’m working from home, it’s lovely that I get a little bit more time with her. Time to really relish and enjoy every moment of Daisy being Daisy, before she grows up. I remember when she was born and I was longing for the day she could sit up – for the day she would start walking, start talking. But now it’s the opposite. Before I know it she’ll be in school, and I’d just really like that to come round slowly. All I can do for now, and all every other parent can do for now, is to just make the most of every tiny little thing. The way they look when they wake up in the morning, the way they pester us to get up when we’d much rather lay in. The way they tantrum on the floor in the middle of Sainsbury’s. Just enjoy your little one being little. Because my goodness, they really aren’t little for long.