Dear Little Brother,
On the day you were born, you were so warm and small and sweet. I held you close and thought about the many ‘firsts’ you had before you.
Your first baths…
Your first smiles…
Your first full-body belly laughs…
Before I knew it you were mobile, disappearing around corners quicker than I could catch you.
You explored the house. (And made a mess!)
You ate sand at the beach.
And dirt in the garden.
And you did it all with a happy (and cheeky) smile on your face.
And then one day, you found your feet and stood up.
(Although sometimes staying on your feet is still tricky.)
And suddenly you’re not a baby anymore — you’re a little boy.
But you’ve got plenty more ‘firsts’ to come. So keep on smiling!
Jo Eberhardt is a writer of speculative fiction, mother to two adorable boys, and lover of words and stories.
Aw! He’s so squishy!!!
Yes, he really is.
He’s precious. (And so Big Brother and Daddy.) You are a fortunate Mom.
I certainly think so.
Love love love
Thanks, Kim. Me too.
Awww – Master M is standing? How did that happen??? It feels like only yesterday I was holding him at Roma St Parklands….congratulations little man – big milestone!
I know, where does the time go? But yes, he’s standing. And walking, running, climbing, and (as of yesterday) walking backwards. There’s no stopping him!
He’s a heart breaker. Look forward to his many adventures you’ll be writing about in due course I’m sure…xx
I have no doubt! He’s got such a gregarious nature, and I have to say that I never really knew what the term “wears his heart on his sleeve” meant so much as I do when I watch Little Brother. He is always either grinning/laughing or crying, there’s nothing in between.