Having a baby which becomes a child, which becomes a teenager, which becomes an adult involves milestones, lots of them. Indeed these milestones can be a source of comparison which is not altogether sisterly when your baby is growing up. At the time these milestones feel like a big deal, but I quickly realised that as soon as one milestone is reached, it is forgotten. When younger boy finally started walking after 22 months, within 24 hours it was as if he had been walking all his life.
This doesn’t change neither does the sense of pride you feel at new accomplishments, which can take you by suprise. Just the other day I was amazed at how proud and sentimental I felt about older boy phoning me from his mobile for the first time to tell me that he had been let out of school early. It is lovely to be able to communicate with him in this new way. This feeling evaporated however when I sent him a follow up text asking him to get ready for football to which he replied with a simple “No”. You can’t win them all right, but the positive I will take from this is that there are hopefully more firsts to come which will give me the same mushy feeling amongst the chaos. To be continued.