This boy
This boy.
A mere two months from turning four. He’s joyful, as is his natural state. Yet recently, a big layer of confusion lies on top of this happiness, overwhelming him at the slightest thing (the less we talk about mama doing up his dungarees instead of him, the better). A pandemic, a baby sister, a house move, a sudden stop with his childminder of three years, a lack of structure. If I’m burnt out from the last 18 months, imagine being three and trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
But, next week. Next week, a new semblance of normality returns. Playgroup (30 seconds walk from the house! The parenting dream). Pre-school (so confident on his first afternoon he can barely bear to kiss me goodbye, so keen to start playing with new friends. ‘It’s like he’s been here six months’ his teacher remarks on collection). Dipping our toes into home ed forest school.
Let’s find a new rhythm together my boy. Slow and steady.