So tonight Joshua fell asleep on me for the first time in forever. Just ten minutes earlier he’d been pinning me with a double eye gouge but after steadfastly refusing to entertain the idea of sleeping he did just that. In my arms.
Sitting in the chair, his arms wrapped around my neck in affection rather than aggression, I started to reflect on how much he’s changed. Obviously I’m aware of the realities of human growth but I still find it difficult to comprehend he was once so small he would fall asleep on my chest. He was this vulnerable, delicate, dependant being yet seemingly overnight he’s emerged as a ball of energy, limbs flying everywhere, living life at a hundred miles an hour with each day an adventure. From the moment they enter the world their need for us changes.
A lot of my friends seem to have either recently welcomed a newborn or have an arrival to look forward to; they really have no idea how quickly time flies as a parent. He’s sort of obedient when it’s in his interests, he can count to ten (sort of) and he’s never been arrested. I don’t know how we’ve managed it but so far, he actually seems to have turned out pretty alright.*After twenty minutes of peaceful joy I lifted him into his cot. He stirred briefly and muttered ‘night night mummy daddy’. Love the little man too much for words.
*apart from the eye gouging