Yesterday my boy got into the car all by himself!
I cannot tell you what a relief that was.
Nearly six years of contorting myself around a squirming child to 'plug' him in...OVER!!
YES *fist pump*
I still have to strap the two year old in but for some reason one seems just so much better and easier than two.
All you mums with more than two, I hereby put you on a pedestal.
When I had my first baby (after waiting and wanting him for so long) I was more than happy to do everything for him.
Not that you have a choice with a newborn, you have to do everything for them, but I did it 100% willingly and happily.
As time goes on, and doing the same things over and over again becomes a chore rather than a joy, I find myself looking forward to the time when they can do everything for themselves.
But then I'm absolutely certain, I'll miss it at the same time.
They grow so fast (even though at times it feels slower than a wet week).
Looking back I don't remember their last breastfeeds.
I don't remember the last time I carried my boy (although I still can if I have to).
I don't remember the last bottle I gave him.
But with 'lasts' come 'firsts'.
Like yesterday, the first time of putting himself into the car.
It's a little thing, but one day he will do everything.
He'll wipe his own butt (please God!).
She'll be able to dress herself.
They'll both go to bed without nappies.
They'll be able to tie their shoelaces.
They'll get themselves a snack.
The'll wash their own hair.
They'll be able to get themselves ready, pack their bags and walk out the door.
I guess that's what Michael Grose meant by being redundant.
Oh boy, parenting is so bittersweet.
I'm not blinking!!