You turned three months old on Friday.
I returned to work today.
In truth I don’t have much energy for writing right now; my mind is on other things. So I asked your other mother, the mother who eats and sleeps and breathes you, to put you down and contribute a couple of sentences to your Living Arrows post for this week. She didn’t put you down. She picked up her wrap and tied you to her one on the front and one on the back. And here is what she had to say:
‘You are delightful.
You smile when you see us, and wave your arms when you want to be picked up. You kick your legs and gurgle. Sometimes you laugh. You squirm with wide eyes when you are tickled, and break out in huge grins when we play with you. Lysander, you cuddle like a koala when you are put up on a shoulder, huge eyes staring at the world from the safety of mama’s arms. Balthazar, you are affectionate; you seem to know how to stroke hands and faces sometimes, and you cling on to what we are wearing to make sure that we know you don’t want to be put down.
You are genuinely fascinated by the world around you, wanting to look at and grab everything and see everyone’s faces. We are genuinely fascinated by you; your facial expressions and movements, your development, your curiosity. You are beginning to know who you are.
You are constant, you are warmth, you are love. You are ours and we, caught up in everything that you do, are yours.
We are lucky.’
I am lucky. The four of you make every day brighter.