18 Summers. ☀️
Last year you were born into the glistening summer sunshine. Spending most days indoors, keeping your perfectly new soft delicate skin away from the sun’s hot rays.
Some days, setting up a shady spot in the garden, I just could not take my eyes off you as you fed, slept, pooed, repeat. Establishing mummy’s milk supply, meant sometimes not moving from our shady space for many hours. I got to just sit, watch and totally enjoy being in the moment.
My feet got the best tan ever!
Oh and how I miss those days of just being in the moment!
As the sunshine starts to reappear, our time in the garden is not so much sitting in that shady spot, but more about following you around the garden trying to put your hat back on, and reminding you not to eat the mud.
Watching your little mesmerised face as you see the birds land on the fence, you point excitedly as they fly away. I know it won’t be long that you probably won’t take much notice of the birds landing on the fence.
Then a little cry as you rub your sore gums, that 7th tooth is taking its time trying to break through. Handing you a nice cold smoothie lolly as you sit in your paddling pool. Then all of a sudden you’ve had enough, and just want to wrap up in a warm towel in mummy’s arms.
But I know it won’t be long that you won’t need the comfort of mummy keeping you warm.
As you splash and play, my mind starts remembering all the fun in the sun your big sisters had as they were growing up and planning all of the fun days we are going to have in the summer sunshine.
Picnics in the Park
Feeding animals at the Zoo
Building sandcastles at the Beach
Fun at the Farm
Building dens in the Woods
Shopping for cute summer Rompers with matching bows for our holiday.
Then I remember, in the blink of an eye, our children find their own sunshine.
Your big sisters enjoy the summer sunshine, but in a different way, playing golf, practising gymnastics, topping up their tan, shopping for their own summer holiday clothes with their friends!
It won’t be long for soon, like your big sisters, you’ll set off on your own, and we’ll have used up all eighteen of our summers. We’ll have nothing left but the memories. Memories of how we made the best of those eighteen summers together—you and I.
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