After last weeks rather explosive start to the series, I sat here and wondered how I could possibly top it this time. Then I realised, this isn’t about me trying to outdo myself or prove myself to anyone. It’s purely an opportunity for me to remind future me of what these moments, the ordinary ones, were like.
I want to remember how pleased he looks with himself on this walk. How we set off in the rapidly decreasing light for a walk with the dog, having forgotten his drink and snacks only to be met with shouts of ‘Drink!!’ less than 10m in. How we placated him with yet another stick that he waved from his chariot like he was willing me to go faster.
His independent streak means he constantly wants to get out and walk; instantaneously halting our progress to near invisible as we walk backwards and forwards over the same patch of grass, pull faces over the mud and stomp into puddles that threaten to flood his wellies. His day was made when we turned the corner to see horses in the field. We scratched their noses, discussed how ‘yes, it is muddy’ and stared at them in awe for a moment. They must seem like giants to him.
It’s these moments that remind me of how tiny he is. That nineteen, sometimes long, months don’t make him as old as he seems; when he perches on his ‘special seat’ (the footrest of the pushchair) and his feet hang over the edge not nearly touching the floor. How it takes him running a gentle jog to keep up with our slow pace. How the dog can lick his ears without having to reach up. He is so much bigger than he was and yet still so tiny. I forget that too easily.
Linked up with The Ordinary Moments.