I know I sound a bit like a stuck record but how the hell did my
little baby boy turn five. When did this happen and how do I feel about this?
Am I happy? Sad, elated. Five years ago, we were in hospital praying that said
son will not have brain damage and now he is a real little boy who makes
inappropriate comments like "oh mommy I just love your pretty panty".
In true Liam style he was an absolute angel on his birthday and he
wanted nothing more than some good old KFC pops for supper. He got a crossbow from his dad and he had an
absolute blast with his little friends the following day aerobranching through
some trees at the Big Red Barn in Irene. He was spoilt rotten, and I still don’t know what
Sekai will do to find space for all the new toys.
I must admit…if not for the fact that I was wearing my brand new
leather boots recently acquired in Dullstroom, I might have actually climbed a
tree myself, it looked like a lot of fun. Watch this space, I might convince Gerhard to
join me one of these days.
Back to the growing up bits, before we know it, Liam will be
dating some totally unsuitable chick, nobody will ever be good enough for my
first born and heaven forbid, telling mommy her panty is pretty will be totally
out of kilter. He will no longer need me
to tell him what day of the week it is, and my home made cupcakes will no
longer be magic, store bought being better.
He will close the door when getting dressed (all right, that has already
started) and he will know everything. He
will be a smelly little boy, and he will no longer cuddle with me in bed in the
morning as we await our tea and coffee to miraculously make its way up the
stairs.
So Liam, as always, we are so thankful that you are you, that out
of the billions of people in the world you chose us as your parents, corny I know
but my, you almost died once, so I am allowed to get corny once a year. Please stay
sweet, remain caring and concerned about the welfare of others, love us as we
all love you. Happy birthday.
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