He is the one who made me a mama, and for that he will always be not only my son, but my teacher. He is so big in so many ways, and still so small in others and I have to remind myself so regularly that he is only three.
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Before him, I didn't exist, not as the person I am now anyway. He was born to a twenty three year old girl who hadn't really held a baby before. She hadn't changed a nappy, pushed a pram or felt that love that takes over every cell in your body before. I held him for the first time, I knew his name - we knew his name even though we hadn't agreed on it until that moment, and somehow nearly four years have passed.
