“He’s such a big boy now!”, I sigh to the husband almost daily at the dining table whenever he asks how our day went.
He always agrees with a nod. We’ll have our dinner, and I’d fill the Bo in on the latest Liam’s been up to (“he secretly walked 12 steps today thinking no one caught it – from the 6 he proudly displayed to us a week ago. Woohoo”) and then I’d end the conversation with “He’s such a big big boy ain’t he?”
Obviously the husband is going to hear me lament, sigh, reminisce, sulk this phrase in the many years to come and in many more tones but I think he understands my point and so he indulges my motherhood fondest memories. :p
There are days when I feel like Liam absolutely doesn’t want me anymore and prefers everyone else who doesn’t bother to ignore his whines and/or disciplines him yet everyone will tell me that each time he sees me for a bit when I break for a tea or loo break from the work hours which I commit to or when I’m home from the office – he’d have no one else but me.
He points to me whenever he sees me making my way to the door, ignoring everyone else’s offers to carry him and that gesture in itself never fails to make me feel both good and guilty at the same time knowing that I’d be leaving him in the good hands of porpor or ah ma. And I’m thankful he is usually satisfied with a 5 minute hug and short story time with me before he gamely waves goodbye, throw me an awesome flying kiss as I leave, knowing that he’ll see me again when he wakes from his post lunch nap.
A lady at the playground asked me yesterday how old Liam was and I paused. “He’s a year plus,” I said and I made a quick count how many months it has been since his 1st birthday before I re-clarified: “15 months”. She then went on to ask what milk he drinks, followed by foods etc.in hopes that her kid could achieve a similar size/weight soon. She was a nice lady, and so I volunteered as much information as she wanted with regards to his diet while reminding her something we tend to overlook too easily – that every kid’s different. We laughed over it.
I guess at this stage of his development, I’m more enamored with his little mr. quirky personality that I’m starting to get to know more of than anything else. His incessant chatter – goodness, so annoying yet so terribly adorable. His insatiable appetite for curiousity – annoying as well yet cute on hindsight. He may have chosen to yak first instead of walk (to some dismal looks from parents because they assume he’s 2 years old judging from his height) but I’m okay with that. As long as he’s healthy & happy, walking can come in later for all I care. That said, he does attempt to waddle from place to place just to appease me from time to time to assure me that all is good although crawling gets him to his destination in half the time. This little dude surely knows how to freak me into amazement with the things he says and does.
It also meant so much to me when someone recently made it a point to tell me (at a party no less) what a great job I’ve been doing in raising Liam so far. Coming from someone who was a mom herself who just made some observations, it was such a huge compliment that I was doing at least something right in my parenting.
He still enjoys reading and eating and swimming and rolling in our bed very much. We’ve increased reading time from 20 minutes to 35 minutes now and he’s fine with that – knowing which books to pick out based on his favourites and titles that I would call out. I thank my lucky stars that he hasn’t gone all picky with eating yet although I’ve slacked a little when we’re out, giving him stuff off my plate when he wants more, in moderation of course. Swimming – he’s doing very well indeed. He can fall into the water upon instructions, stay submerged for longer periods and backfloat almost on his own. And rolling – pretty much the bonding activity between us and him that all of us look forward to everyday.
And while he’s only 3 months away from being able to attend pre-school (I’m doing it more for the social interaction more than anything else), post more discussions with some of the Bo’s friends who’ve feedback and been through what I’m going through – I’m still considering our options. I’ve been blessed that Liam hasn’t worry us too much in terms of growth development plus we do lots of exploration learning through play so perhaps I can slowly ease him into a playgroup after all…unless that full time job offer comes like a curve ball but at least we’d be prepared.
All in all, it has been a better month…I’m getting more STTNs like before (I’ve finally figured out the right amount of daytime nap to not affect the night sleep) although he’s also pushing bedtime by 30 minutes back naturally – which means a later dinner for me! Something’s gotta give and I thank my mom who rushes here all the way from work on most days just so that she can put her grandson to bed while mama here takes a breather.
So there, 15 months! Pretty sure the next few months are going to zoom by as quickly as this one!