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Told You So

A few more months have gone past and tomorrow is the beginning of a new week. This weekend, I’ve been doing lots of thinking - not because it’s some sabbath-based tradition for me, but because today marks the end of an era - a little one for my son and I, at least.

In not too long, my son’s going to be two and will be starting nursery sessions tomorrow, an event that I didn’t think would arrive so quickly. That probably sounds really dumb, doesn’t it? I mean, two years is two years by anyone’s standards, surely? If I told you the next bus would be here in two years, you’d probably think I wasn’t much of an advocate for public transport - but by jove, it does feel like it’s only been a year or so at most. As has been said on many an occasion, time is relative.

In those years, he’s shot up. He’s now well over half my height already (and he wasn’t small to start with). He’s progressed from milk to finger-food to eating complete multi-course meals. I’ve seen him go from crawling to speed crawling to walking to running (away). I’ve seen his voice turn from “FEED ME!” cries to babbling, to words, to the odd sentence and a bit of singing. It’s a bit like watching a compressed history of evolution. I expect he’ll be prototyping cold-fusion of next week.

Whilst it’s nice to look back and see how far he’s come, part of me is sad that this moment has arrived so quickly. Just as I’ve done a 365 project for this year, I would love to have done a similar project for him - to have captured every change and logged it for posterity. I’ve no doubt that he would have found it as interesting as I would have to reflect on when he’s older, but unfortunately time and life haven’t permitted. It’s a shame someone hasn’t invented a Sky+ controller for your life, so that you could rewind and look at the bits of your history that you’d like to see again, but that’s time for you - when it’s gone, it’s gone. In the last few years, I’ve managed to take more photos than I have in the ten before that - there’s lots of memories to look back on. I’ll have plenty of pictures to embarrass him with in front of his first girlfriend.

People tell you that the “early years” time passes quickly, but it’s not until you’ve actually experienced it that you can understand. No doubt those who said this to me a few years back are muttering, “told you so”, under their breath. Yes. You were right.

I wonder, will I be feeling the same in a few years time when he’s ready to start school or if he were to graduate from university. Who knows? All I can say is that having been a very unlikely candidate for parenthood, I’ve loved it. I’d happily do it all again. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Fate’s a bugger like that.
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