Sunday, 17 March 2013


Recently I have realised how much we take some things for granted.

Our littlest man is finding his feet.

It has been a while coming.

Every day his confidence with walking grows.
He throws his arms up in absolute triumph and bounds towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

Steps are wonderful but as it happens bouncing and stomping are equally thrilling.

Whether it be a hokey cokey, a sleepy bunny, a dingle dangle scarecrow, a jelly on a plate, a trampoline or generally being as happy as you know it, a good bounce and foot stomp never goes a miss.

When our little man was two months old and at Glenfield hospital a wonderful play co-ordinator (one of the many amazing and invaluable members of staff at Glenfield) took his footprints and made us a wonderful picture.

I have shared this before and it was one of the readings we had at little man's naming ceremony.
The words mean even more now...

Someday I'll jump through puddles,
Take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I'll walk across a street,
Or maybe walk in space.

Someday I'll scale a mountain,
Or I'll join a ballet corps.
Someday I'll walk a tightrope,
Or explore the ocean floor.

Someday these feet will do some things,
That only heaven knows,
But for today they're happy
Just to wiggle all their toes.

I have been reminded recently, one way or another, of the pain we felt when we had to contemplate that we might lose our little boy.

Now he is walking and talking.
I am quickly reminded again of how wonderful life can be.

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