My beautiful, imperfect boy

I recently wrote a post explaining why I won’t be shedding any tears as I send my child off to big school for the first time this week. It may have given some of you the wrong idea about our lives. In order to redress the balance, and as a celebration of his *Fifth Birthday* next Sunday, here are some of the things I love about my beautiful, imperfect boy:

  • The way he makes me laugh, acting the fool, silly faces and duff jokes;
  • The simple beauty of him turning to me, waiting a beat and then, out of the blue telling me that he loves me;
  • His enthusiasm for all physical activities (ok, maybe not the bouncing off my non existent tummy muscles). He’ll happily scale a tall climbing frame, climb a tree, splash about in pools and take on giant water slides kick and throw balls, run like the wind (6 5k Park Runs already under his belt), and wrestle with his brother like a (slightly deranged and manic) Olympian. He is, essentially, the opposite of me, which makes me think that we will always have a strong bond (I know that’s a strange thing to say, but I think opposites both attract, feed off one another’s differences, and fill a lack in each other’s lives – as well as driving each other potty no doubt 🙂 );
  • His kind and sociable nature: he loves being with other children and having company, and whilst that can sometimes feel a little suffocating the millionth time I move from room to room only to find my every move being shadowed, it’s good to know I’ll never be lonely!;
  • The way he constantly surprises me with little shows of, completely guileless, intelligence (just counting up to 40 while he was sitting on the loo the other day, for example);
  • The way he is teaching me to be a better person, more mindful, less grouchy and quicker to accept my faults, say sorry, and move on;
  • And lastly, his beautiful face and wonderful cuddles.

JJ, if you’re reading this one day in the future, please know that I couldn’t love you more. Xxx

 

27 thoughts on “My beautiful, imperfect boy

  1. This is so sweet. JJ will be so proud when he reads this in the future.
    I can definitely relate to being taught to be a better person. I never knew I could be this patient and accepting. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Lovely post and fab photos hon, JJ sounds like an awesome little dude xx ps. You do know that *no-one* has the perfect child don’t you? Anyone claiming to is lying their sweet little arse off…

    • I guess it’s not so much the perfect child but people who don’t seem to have such a testing nature as my child – who seem mild mannered, artsy and craftsy, good company from a young age – yeah I’d be crying into my tea too!!

  3. Such a beautiful post! I know he will will know how much you love him when he reads that.
    PS In awe of the Parkruns! My kids are 13, 10 and 8. I’m a big runner and have been trying to persuade them to do Parkrun, but they’re not interested! 😦
    Popping over from Share With Me.

    • Aw thanks Sarah! Maybe you should have started yours off younger!! My ten year old step daughter does it too which is probably another reason for him wanting to do it as he thinks she is the bee’s knees!

  4. This is so lovely! I imagine there is a lot of scope for differentness when you have sons. With daughters there tends to be a lot of similarity… but what difference there is, I find fascinating. ie “How do you do that??” “Where did you get that from??”#

  5. Ahh bless what a lovely lovely post for your son to read someday. Of course you love him to pieces but always beautiful to read too. Thanks for linking up to Share With Me. Hope to see you again tomorrow for another great round! #sharewithme

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