Yesterday was Miss Marmoset’s 4th birthday. As always on my children’s birthdays I’m amazed that a whole year had gone by since the last one, and then amazed again when I look at pictures of the previous year’s birthday at how much they have changed in 12 months. Yesterday was lovely, Miss Marmoset enjoyed her presents and was a happy and well-mannered monkey all day, including her party where she played beautifully with all her friends. However, it’s not without a touch of poignancy, you see now my baby is 4 I have to finally concede that the baby years are now over. I am a little bit sad, although I should be clear, not sad enough to say ‘sleep, schmeep, let’s do it all over again’!
Still I look back on the monkeys baby pictures and wonder, really where does the time go? I’ve always maintained that parenting is all long days/short years, but still I could never have imagined it could whizz along like this. That being said I can remember looking at Miss M on this picture and wonder what her personality would be like. I’ve adored finding out what a funny, kind, curious, stubborn and loving little girl she is and glad I didn’t know then that at 4 she still wouldn’t be sleeping through the night 3 nights out of 7!
A kiss to my little miss and I’ll leave you with a poem by Derek Mahon that really speaks to me as a parent, maybe it chimes with you too?For the days are long –
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror. Thanks for reading,