It's hard to believe this son of mine is going to be 3 1/2 next week. Half birthdays are something special around these parts. Feeling a bit nostalgic, I went through some past pictures of us. From early on, he found his comfort being attached to his mama. No matter what overwhelming sensory experience was happening, as long as he was attached to me, he was balanced and calm.
From early on...
He grew, attached to me physically and emotionally.
Through the seasons and the milestones.
You know, I'm happy to be his safe zone. I'm where he feels grounded, centered and happy. Yes, he's quite heavy now, but it doesn't bother me. I like having him there. If he's having a rough day, popping him on my back for a half hour changes things immensely. Even if he's not in his "roo pouch", he's just about always in the same room as me. He hardly lets me out of his sight and he still sometimes cries when I go to work.
Adrian announced, "Mama, I'm going to go take a walk." I just so happened to have my camera handy.
I could tell by his face that he meant by himself. Which doesn't happen....going on adventures without his mama.
I replied "Okay, have fun!"
Oh goodness, how he radiated with pride! He couldn't wait to tell others about his adventure. I must say, I was beaming with pride. tpp. He chose to walk out to the wide open by himself. He couldn't always see me on that adventure, but he kept going with confidence.
It makes me think of the other adventures he's bound to have. His roots will forever will be planted with me, yes. And he knows that. But watching him just beginning to grow wings, setting out on his own, exploring uncharted territory-well that's just so exciting to watch. Particularly since he can't wait to get home to tell me about it.
Grow wings, little one. It's okay. Really it is. Just always come back to where you're rooted. I'll want to hear all about it.