Motherhood at Three

  On Friday you turned three- my tiny, sparkly, special little bean. Although in certain terms three doesn’t seem like many years, these last few seem to have flown by quicker than any I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I’ve blinked and suddenly I have a fully fledged little person climbing onto me (using me as merely a vessel for a colourful imagination that makes me everything from a climbing frame, horse, boat, and race car all from the moment you clamber upon my back). I feel like just yesterday we were painting your nursery, panicking about how to change a nappy and wondering who this little person would turn out to be, and magically- it’s you. My...