Living Arrows 2/52

This year I'm determined to join in more linkys, are have more reflective posts to look back on. I'm always grateful that I've done monthly updates with my boys till they are 1 and yearly thereafter as it's so nice to look back on and just sit in awe at how much they have changed. The lovely Donna set up Living Arrows and I am thoroughly enjoying seeing everyone involves posts, so here I am, a week late, but joining in with the wonderful project. The name comes from “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth" a poem by Khalil Gibran and a such a touching analogy. 


A week for growing up in this household, we have this little park just a minutes walk from our house. It's always vacant and we have the whole lot to ourselves, they have everything from toddler climbing frames and slides, baby swings, to zipwires and more advanced equipment. In this particular park sits a slide, that until this week, even though we visit said park week in, week out, Noah wouldn't go on. He was wary and frightened and if I'm honest, I was too, it was pretty darn high. Something switched in my boy this week, he developed a courage from deep down and trudged up those steps as if he'd done so all his life. And that was that, one slide down and all fears put to rest. Part of me did weep inside though, he didn't even want or need my help. My boy is independent now.

Last week was lovely, but definitely one for big change. My youngest boy moved into his own room and while it was something I expected and prepared for it still saddened me to put the Moses Basket in the loft and have the space back in the bedroom where once lay my little boy. I think we were waking him when we came to bed, nipped to the loo or even turned over in our sleep, he needed it. But I'm not sure I did. He looks so small and dinky again in the vast space of his cot, and for a moment or two I can let myself believe that he's a tiny baby for now. Although, he'll always be my baby.