I know 50% of my boy’s genetic make up comes from me but sometimes I wonder if all that 50% went on exterior qualities. People always tell me how much we look alike. He has my eye shape, colour, my teeny head, my wonky little toes. But that’s all looks. On the inside we are nothing alike.
My star sign is Cancer and I’m as typical as cancers get: quiet, homebody, with a tendency to be over sensitive and retreat into my shell when things get tough or a bit crazy.
His star sign is Sagittarius and he’s extroverted, argumentative, optimistic and not overly bothered by what others think of him.
He is fire, I am water.
Sun will be 5 soon and I’m still learning how to be his mother. It doesn’t come easy. The love comes easy, don’t get me wrong, I love this boy fiercely, but it’s tough getting on with him sometimes and finding things to enjoy together.
I love then that my boy wants to be in the kitchen with me, his chair pulled up alongside me, hands into everything, asking non-stop questions.
I love too that he is beginning to read, and enjoy reading. Watching him make sense of letters, turn them into words, weave them into sentences and discover whole stories is magical.
Sunday he made madeleines, and he read the list of ingredients all on his own. Butter. Sugar. Flour. Eggs. Lemon.
This isn’t the most amazing photo ever taken of my boy, but it’s significant to me. It reminds me to hold onto the little moments of light when things can seem so dark. It reminds me that if all we ever share in common is a love of baking and reading then that will be more than enough for me. Because cake and love – what more can one ever ask to share?
I’m linking up with the lovely mummy daddy me this week. Go check out some other ordinary moments.