At the weekend we went mooching round some Op Shops and it occurred to me that Alfie had peeled off to do his own thing and that actually I didn’t mind. I wasn’t cringing for the sound of a toddler body-checking a glass cabinet, or the gut churning rip of an expensive painting, I was content to trust him to explore.
I was so curious about my new attitude towards my son I turned back to find him. And there he was sitting amongst the books reading silently to himself.
Like a thief in the night, time has stolen any last trace of toddler from him and left me instead with a beautiful boy.
What a lovely post!
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