Final Firsts

Final Firsts

I love babies. If we were rich and didn’t keep doubling everytime I fall pregnant, I would keep having babies. The twins are most definitely my last babies though. They are already an added addition to my “last baby” that I had nearly 3 years ago so, definitely no more.

The realisation that there are to be no more squishy newborns in our house also brings with it the sad realisation that we are seeing our final firsts.

The twins are 10 months now and in the last week, the baby of the house has sprouted her first tooth. With the celebration of the fact she wasn’t going to be gummy forever also came the crushing sadness of never making this discovery again. All my children have teeth now and this is another milestone we won’t be seeing again.

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It’s for this very reason, selfish as it may seem,that I am in no hurry for my babies to grow up. When B was born, we couldn’t wait for him to sit up, crawl and learn to walk but this time we are so happy to wait.

How can I feel so sad when I know we are going to have so many more exciting things to look forward to as the children grow up? I’m looking forward to first days at school, first school plays and our first family holiday. But, my children are growing out of the phase where they do something new and amazing every day. The fast learning of a baby is disappearing and they get more independent and need me less.

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I am definitely going to be one of these Mums that gets ’empty nest’ syndrome. With all my children so close in age this could happen all of a sudden!

Why can’t these little people stay small forever? The twins are at such a lovely age at the moment. They smile for everybody, entertain themselves but are still happy to play with you and, the biggest one, they don’t answer me back!

In the meantime I shall have to hope I get some nieces and nephews in the near future so I can still have those lovely cuddles and remind myself how lovely my kids used to be!

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Big Boy Growing Up

Big Boy Growing Up

We got our primary school place – hooray! But, the joy at receiving our first choice school was tinged with a sadness. It’s time to admit that my baby boy is growing up and will be off to school in September.

I have to confess to waiting up until midnight to find out his place. But after the initial sigh of relief, I did shed some tears. My first born will no longer be at home with me all day. My sidekick for the last 4 and a half years, gone!

I have quite often said that I couldn’t wait for him to go to school so he wasn’t around to cause trouble all day. But, most of the time he is a joy to have around. He is a fantastic big brother and the amount of help he gives me with his sisters is amazing.

I know it was inevitable it was going to happen but, I’m not sure I’m ready for the next stage in his life. I know he is more than ready for this new challenge and will probably enjoy every minute of it. His thirst for knowledge is incredible. There can’t be many children who ask to do their times tables before bed!

After saying I wouldn’t cry when he started school, only celebrate, I know the tears will fall as my biggest boy steps into the classroom for the first time. I’m welling up just thinking about it. I’m sure I won’t be the only emotional parent at the school gates on their first day in September.

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