[ my son is 4! ]

sooooooo.... my older son, oscar, is 4 today!!! i can't believe it, it's gone in a blink.













my mum, every birthday, came out with the 'day i was born' story! oooooh & i'd roll my eyes thinking here we go again! it always starts with... i remember the day you were born, it was a beautiful day, the sky was blue, the sun was shining & the birds were singing...

i swore i'd NEVER do that when i had children... no no no. but here i find myself driving oscar to nursery school saying... i remember the day you were born, it was beautiful day, just like this one, & your daddy drove me to the hospital. then the doctor pulled you out & you were all slimy!! and had a hose connected to you (i had to keep his interest & add some sort of fireman element!!)

i found myself breaking down, it was really emotional... the wonder of having a baby & what our bodies are capable of... to think 4 years has gone & that wrinkly little thing has grown into this amazing boisterous little boy, with his own way of thinking & doing things. breathe!! that was one sentence...

so i'm destined to say this every year & 10, 20, 30, 100 years will pass (i put a big number in there because i'm going to live forever!! SCARY!! this is where i have to stop analysing life or we'll be depressed!!

when i got to the part that we stayed in hospital a couple of days oscar said lets talk about this tonight... that's his new way of saying he's had enough & he's only heard this 3 times!! unbelievable!

& while buying munchkins for oscar's class why do i have the need to tell the dunkin' donuts man that it's his birthday? (no ~ not for free donuts, good job really 'cos i didn't get one!) but seriously he could care less!

when we took oscar home from the hospital the nurse that escorted us out said (like 10 million people before her) enjoy every second it goes so fast. i remember saying to mike could everyone stop with the 'enjoy ever second' thang already!! but... it's TRUE!! if i got a dime for every time i've said it to other people i could probably just about buy a coffee!! but what i mean is i'm doing it now!! so we spend half our lives saying i'm never going to do that & the other half doing it!! do all men wear their pants high when they get old??

the thing is... i'd roll my eyes at my mum, but now i totally understand... the need to tell the story, to share this amazing event, the pride, the joy, the whole emotional package!! but why can't i just get it? why did it take me to actually have children myself to understand.... i find life weird like that, it just lets you make mistakes & learn things that have been done over & over & over...

so i've kind of come to conclusion that's why most people want to talk about amazing events, things they've survived, been part of.