The Bub in the Belly

Had a very busy day at work today, trying to squeeze the rest of the week's work into the day. I'm going to be taking the rest of the week off to look after Ryan because Ryan's nanny is going on holiday and Richard can't get away from work.

I'm not complaining at all, in fact I'm looking forward to spending lots of quality time with Ryan. I'm really grateful for this opportunity as it comes at a time when Ryan is shedding his babyhood and growing into a toddler. I want to milk every drop of these last few months before I have to say goodbye to all the delicious babyness.

I was reading "The Film Club" by David Gilmour the other night. At one part, he recounted his last interview with David Cronenberg when he observed that raising children is a series of goodbyes, one after the other, to nappies and then snowsuits and then finally to the child itself. "They spend their young lives leaving you, " he observed.

I felt a little depressed reading that. It does feel like that sometimes. Already the toothless gummy smile is gone, the newborn clothing packed away, the little mittens and booties no longer needed. I cheered up when I read that David Cronenberg's reply was, "Yes, but do they ever really leave?"