Letter to Tricky - the last as an only child

Hey Tricks,

It hasn't been too long since I wrote you a letter, your birthday was only last month after all.



But as we get so close to Bobbin joining our little family I wanted to tell you that even though I'm so, so excited for your new Big Brother status and cannot wait to meet the newbie, I'm starting to get a little sad that our one on one time is coming to an end.

I'm going to miss it being just us two during the day. 

I love our mornings. After your Dad leaves for work you jump in to bed with me and we plan our day in between cuddles, kisses and tickles (and saying how much you miss Dad already).

I love when we have crafternoons! Right now you only want to draw racetracks or use cars to create wheel patterns on the paper with paint or cover cars in playdough... I'm sensing a bit of a theme there.

I love how excited you get when instead of eating lunch at the table the two of us grab a blanket and your teddies and have a picnic down at the park or on the trampoline (or the lounge room floor if it's raining). Then when your Dad comes home you excitedly tell him about how fun it was, like I'm the best Mum in the world.

I know we'll still do those things, and you'll be able to show Bobbin the ropes, but I will miss it... and even though you're pretty chilled out and like to play independently, I think you'll miss it, too.

I'm a bit worried about how I'll be a parent to two when I'm just so used to only focusing on you. I figure everyone else does it and I will get the hang of it, but still, it makes me a little anxious.

One thing I'm not worried about is having enough love for you both. The moment I found out I was pregnant it was like my heart grew so I could fit you both in - and I'm not talking about pumping extra blood, even though I've been doing that too. If my rib cage could have grown at the same time that would have been ace because Mama can hardly breathe any more.

There are big changes just around the corner for all of us, my love. Your 'Big Boy' status, that you remind us of constantly, is going to be cemented when a teeny tiny baby comes home.

We'll figure out how this family of four bizzo works, together.

Love always,

Mama xxx