One of the best things about my job is the summer holidays. Having 6 weeks off work is bliss, and since becoming a mum they have become even more precious. I think back now and wonder what on earth I did with the time off before having O.
This is now our 3rd summer together and every year it gets a bit more special. This year he is my little companion who comes with me everywhere. Apart from when I’ve been hitting the gym or for the girly lunch I had with friends last week (thanks Mum and Dad for babysitting) we have been inseparable.
I love that we can have lazy mornings where we’re not rushing to get out. Days are often unplanned and we can do or go wherever the mood takes us. A potter round the shops, a trip to the park or tea and airplane watching at Nana’s.
My little man has an amazing imagination and quite often we find ourselves making up our own silly games at home that he finds hilarious. And of course, nothing in the world can beat snoozy afternoon cuddles on the couch. Those precious moments that one day will be just a memory are the highlights of my day.
I know how lucky I am to be able to have this time with my little man. His little face at the start of the summer when I tell him that him that’s mummy’s staying home is just priceless.
That’s not to say he doesn’t have his moments when he’s hard work. When he’s running around the house refusing to wear pants, usually when we’re already running 5 minutes late to be somewhere! He’s unbelievably stubborn, and unless he’s sleeping he’s rarely still.
When he was a baby it was hard to imagine him older, but now I’m starting to see flashes of the little boy he is rapidly becoming and I’m so proud of him. He’s sweet, thoughtful, affectionate, funny and his manners are impeccable (if anything he’s over polite) and he’s got me wrapped round his little finger!
My little sunshine!