‘You can go back to your own bed now, Mommy.’

And just like that, my little boy has grown up. Into a big little boy. ‘You can go back to your own bed now, Mommy’ he says. Yes, he will still call me for midnight cuddles when he is scared (he’s in his own big boy room now) but he will also let me know when he’s ‘done with hugs now, Mommy.’ Ah man. This window into his world via night time cuddles has officially closed.

Ilan wipes away my kisses (I don’t want your germs, Mommy’), gives me his cheek rather than his lips and reluctantly offers me half-hearted-limp-limbed squeezes these days. It’s all too much and it’s happening way too fast. This growing up thing just started without warning and I’ve been told that time only speeds up and you have to jump on that train or get left behind. Next thing I know, Ilan will be a sulky teen and walking ten steps behind me.

Be present, they say. Be present and let them be little. Before they aren’t little anymore.

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There is a monster in my room, Mom.

I had my first, ‘there’s a monster in my room’ experience with Ilan last night. I woke up at 01h00 to hear a terrified cry coming from the kids’ room. I felt for Ilan in the dark and asked him what was wrong – it’s usually a ‘where’s my dummy’ or ‘I’m itchy’ kind of problem but this time he said, ‘I’m scared. I’m scared of the monster. Mommy, lie with me.’ What a mommy privilege it is to be able to climb into a teeny toddler bed and rescue your little one from a scary monster. I love being his safe place and having his little arms strangle me as he falls asleep mid-cuddle.

I’m surprised it took so long for the monster night terror to come along because every morning Ilan says he dreamt about monsters and dragons and dinosaurs and fire, but presumably these were not ‘scaredy’ dreams. We’ve had a bad dream incident with a ‘naughty cow’ before, but monster dreams are the next level.

Here’s hoping my mommy hug powers can last forever.

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Still miraculously our own

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So, we’ve been a family of four for one whole year already. Twelve months. Twelve crazy months. It’s been twelve months since we sat in the Family Court trying our best to look decent and respectable so that the scary silent Judge man would let you come home with us. We managed to convince him and suddenly with a signature or two we became your parents, Kira Pie. Just like that. After all the whole tedious screening process, this signature was the magic wand of permission. We became yours and you became ours.

Today is your adoption day and we celebrate that you are part of our little tribe. We are your forever ever family and this is worth celebrating BIG TIME but we also grieve the loss of your first family. We weren’t first, but we are forever. We may still be waiting for some official documents to prove it for reals, but you are miraculously our own little one.

So much love little noodle x

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Your great Granny Win sent us this poem from her prayer book.

 

Sometimes my boy opens his mouth and I come out

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Yes, I’m sure I’ve been sprouting my own mom-isms for the longest time, but now my three year old little boy is following suit. I like to think that most of what I say around my kids on a daily basis is very affirming, life-giving, extremely patient and downright hilarious, but here are some of the phrases that my darling little one has chosen to drop into conversation these days:

– ‘Mom, can you do me a favour?’ (followed by make me a bottle/wipe my bottom/hold my shoe for a minute)

– ‘Mom, listen to what I’m saying.’

– ‘Mom, I don’t like how you’re talking to me.’

– ‘Kira, I said stop it. You are making me upset. Come here now.’ (To his 15 month old sister)

I’m not so proud of some of these (especially my cross mom tone is imitated), but here are two of the more impressive phrases he’s picked up from his mama:

– ‘I want to watch the Michael Jackson video again. Please.’ (Of course my boy. MJ is the greatest performer who ever walked this earth. Why yes, let’s watch ‘The way you make me feel’ at least twice more.)

And the winner:

– ‘This is my clavicle.’ (His physio mom is very proud, but Dad thinks the other kids will make fun of him at school.)

My boy is growing up too fast! Slow down little one, slow down.

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