My dear boy – he’s almost getting too big to hold up in my arms. All long, gangly arms and legs wrapped all around me just wanting to be picked up and cuddled as often, if not more, than his little sister. I was trying to catalog my desperately disorganised files and tidy up some lose ends from 2015 when he was begging me to play with him. I set up all of his toys for him, ready for him to play alone so I could keep on with my task. He stared at the toys, paused, then stared back at me and without an ounce of manipulation in his voice said “But I don’t want my toys…. I just want you Mum”. I didn’t respond straight away because I was just trying to get over the knife wound to my heart when he said it again:
“I don’t want my toys… I just want you Mum”.
I immediately put down my work and devoted all of my energy to sitting with him, talking and building a giant Lego tower. In that moment I realised with only one year left before he heads off to school I need to make him my most important task.