Each year we attend the annual Bayside Christmas Carols at Dendy Park in Brighton. This year the weather was very unpredictable and I was exhausted so we made a last minute call not to go.
After putting Miss H to bed, I realised that this was something that we hadn’t missed since the kids were born and suddenly I felt a second wind. Although Miss H was in bed, Master J was still bouncing off the walls so I decided to take him along and enjoy some quality time together. After all, we’d been in the Christmas spirit for almost 3 months and I wasn’t about to stop now!
Daddio was happy to stay at home and
read his triathlon mags babysit.
As my son gripped my hand tightly, I could feel the sweat build in his tiny hands. He doesn’t like crowds. In fact, he loathes them.
I was hoping that our mother son chat on part of the walk from the car to the carols would ease his mind, calm his nerves and slow his tiny heart rate.
After the pep talk was done, we walked in silence for what felt like eternity. Clutching my unborn child in one hand, my son’s hand in the other, I felt a little kick.
I enjoyed it being just the three of us. My mind started to wonder. I haven’t had much time to think about the new edition to the family.
I wonder how the dynamics of having a third child will really go in a household where two siblings are already the best of friends.
I wonder whether he’ll have the confidence of his sister or be more reserved like his big brother.
I wonder whether she will think methodically like her father or be disorganised like her mother.
I wonder whether he will be a leader or a follower.
I wonder whether she will make friends easily or choose her friends wisely to avoid disappointment in later years.
I wonder what he will be when he grows up.
I wonder whether she will be as eager to enter the world as her brother and sister were.
I wonder whether he will grow up to be a gentle soul and live by the values that he is taught at home.
I wonder whether she will be left or right handed.
I wonder whether he will love to play sport.
I wonder how I will really cope with three children.
“Mummy! We’re at the Carols, the music is too loud,” he shouted as he covered his ears.
“It’s ok darling. Mummy will look after you”.
As we walked onto the grounds of Dendy Park I realised that there will be a lot of things that I will wonder about our third child but one thing I know for certain is that our family will be complete and I will raise this child the best I know how to be the best he can be.
Do you let your mind take you away sometimes and what do you wonder about?