I asked, “What’s it saying?”
Without skipping a beat: “It’s saying to me, KO, I love you!!!”
KO asked to be carried everywhere until well past his third birthday. He hated walking anywhere, though he’d happily run around a playground for hours.
I think it was mainly the comfort he craved. I used to carry him in a sling, and anytime he went in it, he nestled up against me with a little sigh of contentment.
He walked before his first birthday. And he started learning to ride a bicycle shortly after he turned 1. This entailed lots of hours of helping him guide his bike around the hilly neighbourhood, myself bent over double, holding onto his bike to keep him on course.
It took him awhile to realise there was a connection between how he moved the handle bars, and the stone walls which seemed to try to rub up against him so often.
Here’s a photo of him taken 13th December 2009. I took him to the Advent exhibition at Left Bank and watched with pride as he cycled around (and around), steering and pedaling all on his own.
KO was born on the 1st April 2008. We stayed in the hospital for 5 days (for my sake, not his). It seemed like an eternity.
Then we came home. Home was peaceful.
Here is a photo taken when he had been in the world for just 14 days.
In. The. World. Alive. For. 14. Days. Total. To. Date.
I wonder what happens in a typical 14 day period for me?
The clues were all there; I was just too inexperienced and ignorant to put two and two together. But these things are always so easy to see with hindsight.
A few days before this photo was taken, I had pulled on a pair of jeans to find they were uncomfortably tight around the waist. Unwearably tight. I was surprised but didn’t think much of it.
Then I saw the photos from the trip … And I was shocked at how pudgy I looked, and strangely busty (for me).
It took me another 6 weeks to figure out the reason why.