My wild


It is probably the change in season and the drop in temperature but this week I have noticed a real change in my relationship with Forrest. My baby boy turns eight month tomorrow. Still tiny but yesterday I asked him if he could clap his hands and he responded by enthusiastically banging his palms together. Today he shared my lunch with me. He knows how to kiss and is desperately trying to follow me around our flat. 
On Wednesday was our first day together alone at the park and he laughed and laughed as I pushed him in the bitter cold. It was freezing on Wednesday but we wrapped up warm and walked the 30 minutes to the nearest playground. We crunched leaves with our palms, flew through the air and sat like a giant lump of pudding on the slide. So much of this playground he is still too little for but this week I saw a glimpse of what is to come. My tiny wild one is slowly becoming my wild little boy and bit by bit is waving goodbye to his babyhood. I know we have a long way to go yet but this week has been a special one. I suddenly felt so rooted in motherhood and at ease with my place in the world. Perhaps for the first time I feel that I am doing exactly what I need to be doing and how important this job of mine truly is. This is probably just a very long winded and overly indulgent way of saying that we had a wonderful morning in the park. But these days are so special so I am glad I have this little space to remember them. 


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