was walking home from Daycare with Torby today and had aflashback to pushy this tiny squalling thing in a pram home. Now I walk next to (and quite often still carry) a toddler who points out flowers and colours and planes and buses and counts things. (after being told that the purple flowers were jacarandas and that Laela likes them, they're now known as Laela flowers :) )
I don't remember giving him permission to grow up!
Seeing as he he's doing it anyway, I am very grateful that he is growing up surrounded by an amazing bunch of adults who will be there to guide and teach him, to show him how to live and love and be a good human being.