General musings...

Recently I have felt like I really am turning into my mother. Those of you who know my mother will realise how scary this is..However, the other day I realised that I am not turning into my mother, I am just slowly but surely adjusting to life as a Mum and some days I think I am doing pretty well at my job. My life revolves around my son and on days when he is whinging, whiny and needy (which is most days actually) I sometimes throw up my hands and think "what on earth was I thinking?!?!? I don`t have the patience for this crap!" but then something will happen, he will smile, or laugh, or clap his hands when I start to sing "if you`re happy and you know it", or kiss his own reflection in the small mirror on one of his toys and I realise how lucky I am that I can spend so much time with him. It scares me how fast he is growing and changing. I look at him these days and see less of the baby that I gave birth to and more traces of the little boy he is growing into. I find myself scared by how much love I feel for him and overwhelmed by how blessed I am. Lately I have often wondered what I would be doing with my life if I hadn`t gotten married and Joey hadn`t come along and I guess it is a moot point (or a "moo" point as Joy from friends would say!) because he is here and although I am knackered and he drives me up the wall at times, I wouldn`t have it any other way.. (but as he is sucking my hand as I try and type this, it is probably time to stop musing about how cool he is and actually pay him some attention!!