Just me and my boy

I love being a mother of two but sometimes it's just lovely to have one of them to myself.
Last weekend the girl was invited to a sleepover at a friend's house.
I'm loving her growth in confidence and the fact that she is developing new friendships at school.
I'm also freaked out by the speed at which they are both growing.
Rare time alone with the boy always makes me think back to the days when E had just started school and A was just 2.
I was a SAHM - life was so much easier then.

 

My boy led the way through the gate into the field at the end of the lane. We stopped to look around at the wide open space; space for children to run, space for dogs to be walked, space to walk through the leaves, space to throw them up and let the wind catch them on the breeze.
I'm so sad that this space, and much more here, is threatened by more than 500 houses.
We carried on through fields of animals, picking up sticks and pretending to be Harry Potter making magic.
We looked up at the pylons, always an imposing sight and always rather worrying when the passing clouds makes them look as if they are about to tumble.
We walked around the fields chatting about the train line and a passing diverted train with endless carriages.
We walked around the fields hand in hand appreciating what we have on our doorstep.
We walked around the fields enjoying being mummy and son.

Time with my boy took me back.
Time with my boy is so precious.

How long will it be until he doesn't want to hold my hand?

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