The other evening something dawned on me... Ethan has really grown up!
I know he's only two and a half, but he's done so much growing! He's changed so much and really grown into his personality. He's got his likes and his dislikes. He knows what he wants. He knows who people are and forms relationships and bonds with them. He knows colours, he knows how to count a little. He can speak! (It took us a while but we now have a little chatterbox on our hands!). He understands everything, like literally more things than we know. He remembers things! He's independent, confident, he's a happy little boy. He does things by himself much more, and has even stopped calling himself 'E,E' - it's now Ethan! ;) He's a typical two year old, a very very special little one to us!
I know they grow up, of course I do. But I didn't know that it happened so fast. I try and remind myself as much as I can, that despite his independent, confident personality, he really is only two! And we have so so many more years to come, so many more happy memories to make. So much more to experience and document. We have so many milestones to reach and so much of an even closer bond to share and to enjoy.
Sometimes I worry about the future, it's ridiculous, I'm ridiculous about it I know, but I think about when he no longer wants me to play with him in the park, when he no longer wants me to cuddle him or to hold his hand. I know it's silly, I really do, it's just a part of my personality. A personality trait that I'm working on, because worrying never really achieves anything! In a way though I'm sort of glad that I think about these sorts of things, because it makes me appreciate the now. It reminds me to make the most of every day, it reminds me to make the most of the boys, of our family, of our lives together. Because for me, that's all it's really about.