Dear Son

Squidgy baby boy

When I was pregnant with you, I was certain I was carrying another girl. When the ultrasonographer told me she could see ‘boy’s bits’ I freaked out a little and cried. I think she thought I was happy but actually I was terrified.

When you were born it took me a while to get used to the nappy changes. I think you were about 4 months of age before I worked out I needed to move things around a bit to clean you up properly. You were pretty good to me though, and only weed on me twice; unfortunately both times were in the same nappy change which didn’t do anything for my confidence.

And in the end it didn’t matter whether you were a boy or a girl did it? You were a baby. And of course I loved you.

You were a fairly calm baby  compared to your sisters, and quite a physical toddler, and then we had all that fuss about your speech. You were diagnosed with Verbal Dyspraxia when you were two, and so we started years of Speech Therapy; we were pretty worried about what your future might hold at this stage.

But we were lucky. You worked hard and responded to therapy, and now, 3 years later you have been discharged from the Speech and Language Therapy service. You have started school and are keeping up academically and socially. Sometimes people find it hard to understand the odd word here and there, but usually no one would know that you had had a severe speech disorder.

You are a sweet, loving, feisty, opinionated, imaginative, cuddly, active, thoughtful boy. You make me smile and laugh every day.

It’s not your birthday or any other special day today, but I wanted to get a couple of little things you’ve done this week down in print. Before I forget them and they are gone forever. Because that’s what this blog is all about really; somewhere to write down memories of your ( and your sisters’) childhood.

Last week we were picking dandelions on the way home from school, so I showed you and DD3 this video.

Your sister is a clever little know it all so she already knew what was going to happen, but you didn’t. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the flower’s transformation and at the end you gasped ‘It turned into a wishflower’

Awww, like I said , very sweet and at the age of five still eager to be thrilled by the world around you.

The other funny thing that happened was this:

On Thursday afternoon I stood in the playground, chatting to one of the other school mums, waiting for you to come out of school.

When you appeared, at the front of the line of course, you were wearing a sticker.

‘Ooooh,’ I said, ‘ you’ve got a sticker. Whats it for?’ I was expecting something like ‘I said please today’ or ‘I shared today’; you know, that kind of thing. All the other nearby parents were having a look too.

The other mother I had been chatting to, and I bent down to take a look together. We did NOT expect the words we read.

The sticker says Arson is a crime- say no!
The sticker said ‘Arson is a crime- say no!’

As a treat, a fireman had come into school and talked to all the First School pupils. He had also given out information sheets and various stickers to everyone.

You love stickers and in your opinion the only place to wear them is on your school jumper. Unfortunately this was suggesting to all and sundry that you were currently considering a career in arson.

The other mum and I were in hysterics. We literally couldn’t speak for laughing. but you may have had to be there to have that kind of reaction.

You, on the other hand, were disgusted by our amusement. You scowled at me and growled ‘ Stop laughing. It’s not funny!’

But it was. Sorry.

 

 

 

2 comments on “Dear Son

  1. Love the sticker. Maybe we could market a range of alternative ones ‘don’t kill your siblings’, ‘try to drive round the old people’ and ‘punching makes your fist sore’.

    • That is a truly fabulous idea!
      ‘I didn’t hit my sister/brother today’
      ‘I did my homework without a tantrum’
      ‘I ate something new today’!

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