I have always disliked the idea of being one of those Mums whose life revolves totally around their kids. I am me, a person and a mummy, so therefore I need to remember that I have a life too. However, I find myself on many occassions, when out with my friends, drifting into conversations about my boys. And, as usual, I will proudly reel off the next installment of their innocent little lives.
One of the first memorable events to stick in my mind regarding my youngest, Tom, happened during his speech therapy session. At age 3, he was still getting the hang of talking but understanding him was often a struggle. So we were referred for speech therapy....oh fun!! The first therapist emigrated to New Zealand so we were passed over to a new one. Absolutely lovely lady, very patient. This was tested during our first visit, when Tom proudly showed her his toy mobile phone. She duly complemented him on having a very modern phone and asked that he popped it in his pocket to play with later, which he did. However, (I was surprised I hadn't seen this coming) right in the middle of a particularly interesting exercise, he suddenly reached into his pocket, looked at the front of his phone and with a very important air announced - 'I must take this' and flipped open the phone and started talking, very clearly into the mouthpiece!!! That left me and the lovely lady, sitting and staring - open mouthed - at him and then at each other!! After a quick, 'k, I'll call you back' Tom returned his attention to us, closed his phone and popped it back in his pocket! No apology, nothing. This will keep me going for a very long time!!!
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