My little William turned two today!
I still can’t believe it!
I was crying about it yesterday, what a sop! I’m not usually sentimental like that, always wanting the kids to get to the next stage, just as much for me as for them, you can see their frustrations; before they can move around independently, before they can talk, before they can express themselves fully.
Thinking back, I can really say my life changed so dramatically when I had each of my children. When I had Isabella I think I was in shock, I was young (ok 24, but that’s still young), I had high hopes, not long been out of University, moved to London from rural Herefordshire. And then all that changed, I was put in charge of this most precious little thing! How did I not realise before that the pavements were so uneven? How could I have possibly watched Spooks? Why were we living in London? Why was my daughter crying? Was I just a terrible mother? The questions were endless as was the guilt, I don’t really know what about but I really struggled!
When Isabella was 11 months old we discovered that, oops, we’d done it again and still breastfeeding numerous times a day, ah well!
William was born on 30th May 2010 and my life changed again. Maybe it was because Isabella was a difficult baby, maybe we had just learned the hard way, maybe William was a little angel but whatever it was he was just so good and I felt confident to look after him. It took a bit of time for that confidence to spread to the rest of my life but I am really getting there and am so thankful that I have my two kids.
I know this is a totally soppy post and I’m sorry but I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my William and thank you to both my kids for being mine and being themselves, I love them both so much.