It’s a week to go to Little Zs birthday and I find myself wondering how that year has flown by so quickly and how on earth he will be 3 years old. Three!
I remember dreading his first birthday. The lead up to it was mildly stressful. It felt as if I was losing his babyhood in the blink of an eye and that it wouldn’t return. I had no idea how much fun the next year would be, the year he would walk and talk. Bearing that in mind, his second birthday was much less traumatic and much more intriguing.
Likewise whilst its a bit sad Little Z will be turning 3 in a week I know the next year will be just as much fun, just as challenging and just as interesting. All at once. Exhaustingly so probably. And I find myself reflecting on “this time last year”.
This time last year my biggest worry was that little Z just would not let go of my leg and talk or socialises with other humans large or small. Outside of his little comfort zone of family and friends he would frown or bawl his eyes out depending on bravery levels that particular day. If you were a friend or family member that hasn’t seen him for a week or more then you were evicted out of that comfort zone pretty quickly.
A year on, on holiday, I noticed how far he’s come in a year. He now declares someone is his friend within one meeting, if he likes them, and doesn’t hold back in showing signs of that friendship. It doesn’t even matter how old they are and whether or not they speak English. He is at the golden age where he doesn’t care what people think as there’s no such thing as bad at the moment.
Like the little meeting with his neighbouring passenger on our flight, the man from Oman who was in Scotland on a course relating to improving oil production. He was on his way home after 6 long weeks. Little Z showed him Sarah and Duck. We’re pretty sure he wasn’t besotted with it but he did laugh a lot as Little Z tried to jump all over him.
Or the Korean couple that were in the hotel room next to us. We caught Little Z talking to the man through the slats of our balcony. After that he would randomly ask “where’s my friend gone”.
Or the Dutch lady who was on a two and a half week relaxing break at the resort. Once Little Z had overcome his fear of the pool, he would regularly ask her if she’d like to go to little centre piece “jacuzzi” attraction. He named it “the bubbles”. She obliged almost daily unless we whisked him away in time to give her a bit of a break.
I think it’ll be a week of reminiscing as we hurl out of the twos and straight into the threes like a little hurricane. I hope they’re just as much fun as the twos were.