When I saw the theme this week at The Gallery was Sun I couldn’t help but think of the Sun from this blog. My boy, Sun.
4yrs, 7 months and 2 days ago he came screaming into the world and I can’t remember what life was like before his energy transformed my very being.
He starts school in September and I can feel my emotions swelling and churning as the day approaches. Purely selfish, but I will miss having him to myself. He goes to nursery now but somehow school feels different. I went to an assembly at his new school the other day and I was fighting back tears looking at the older children and being struck by the idea that he will be one of those older children in no time at all.
Some days I worry I’m not doing enough to keep his spirit free and help him to retain his unique character and vivacious nature. Other days I worry I’m not doing enough to help him to learn when it’s time to be still and listen to the world around him.
For now I am soaking in his energy, and enjoying watching him bounce towards me with shells he has picked from thousands especially for me.
This is my boy, Sun.