I had one of these moments last week, when I was at Joshua’s nursery party it struck me for a split second that my little fella will be 4 in April and this time next year he will be having fun at School .. yes that’s right School, I have no idea where time has gone but I am struggling to comprehend how quickly this time has gone.
As I watched Joshua dance and run round with his friends bashing them with his balloons and quickly running off laughing as they returned the favour, I allowed myself just for a minute to dwell on that fact just for a minute that this moment at this venue with these exact friends wont be the same next year
Well … till he ran up to me and told me all about his friend, he was happy and it only served to help give me a mental slap and shake to make me feel excited at all the things that are yet to come, his first day at school, riding a bike, learning to swim, his first proper birthday party …
Why is it we just can’t help looking at the past, no matter how much the present and the future are happy and exciting?
Just for now I would like the clock to stop and let me get off and give me some more time drinking in this lovely stage of Joshua’s life, the stage where it’s still cool to sit on Mummy’s knee and wanting to hold her hand because it makes him feel safe.
I suppose since the clock is not going to stop I need to make the most of every moment.