How to wake a mummy.

To my little Bean,

So much time has passed since I last wrote to you, so much has happened, you have grown and changed so much! But instead of being oerwhelmed with the thousands of amazing things you can now do and with having to tell you about the kind of little boy you are as a two-and-a-bit year old, I'm just going to write you a short one about just one beautiful thing you are doing right now, that I hope I will never forget.

This is usually how things end up when I try to have a nap :) 

A few months ago, we started to wake you from your naps after a designated time. Some days it is easy, some days it is tough. I always strive to do it when you are in a phase of light sleep, where a simple, 'Hello, beautiful boy!' or a stroke of your cheek might be enough to rouse you. Sometimes, though, you are very hard to wake. On these days, I gently take off your car blankie, stroke your hair, speak to you very quietly about all the wonderful things we will do that afternoon, gently draw circles on your cheek in the same way that I remember my mum doing to me... And I sing you a little song. Usually it is the song that I just came up with one day when you were very little and has grown and grown into a full song ('My beautiful blue-eyed boy, Oh how I love you, I really really do...' etc), sometimes it is Bob Marley (no idea why...), sometimes it is a song from Playschool.

You, gently helping your puppy dog go to sleep, humming a lullaby.

Each and every morning, now, you end up in our bed. Often you have been there, sandwiched between your daddy and I for a couple of hours, but occasionally you wait until a very respectable time before you pitterpatter out of your room and climb on in. When you decide that it is time for me to wake up, you start stroking my arm. Very very gently, from my shoulder all the way to my fingertips. You whisper to me, 'time to get up' and sweep the hair from my face, brushing my cheeks, occasionally sticking your finger up my nose (you are two, after all). It is the most perfectly beautiful way for me to wake in the mornings, and is absolute testament to the gentle and loving boy that you are. You then quietly whisper about how we can play trains and aeroplanes, about how it is time for Mummy, Daddy, Ruben and Baby Victor (our friend's have a little baby named Victor, and no matter how many times we correct you, this little baby in my belly is called 'Victor' to you!) to have breaky, and it is time to get up. Every single time, you put a smile on my face.



You are just such a beautiful boy and I could not love you an ounce more.

Love Mummy.