That Sticky Fingered Tara has really set me in a flap this week. I somehow missed my e-mail notification on Friday and have therefore spent the entire day completely flummoxed as to what on Earth I could do for The Gallery this week!
And so this week you are indeed going to have to do some head-scratching, for the theme is: Tomorrow.
Nope. I've no idea what photo to use either, but I'm going to have great fun thinking of one.
I don't have a camera that takes photos of the future. I could try and morph The Boy to create an image of what he might look like but I don't want to find out. I want to be surprised.
However, having already declared on twitter that I wasn't taking part this week (yeah right!), I had a think back through my day. We've had great fun together today and as I was kissing him good night listening to him jabbering away, I was amazed to see how much he has altered lately. My little baby is developing and changing and soon he won't be a baby at all anymore. This is especially poignant as he is 22 months old today.
My angel at 6 hrs old and 22 months old.
So I think about tomorrow and the day after and I wonder what will happen. My baby is growing up, he is becoming more independent in what he wants to do but still needs me to do so much for him. While he does, I will continue to savour every moment; every baddy finger that needs kissing, every 'up-py' cuddle that he wants, every zip that needs tugging up, every hand hold, every second of every moment with him.
What do I want for my son?
I want him to be happy. I want him to be independent yet not shun the help and assistance of others. I want him to help and assist. I want him to explore the world he lives in safely and with care and consideration to his own well-being and those of others. I want him to be kind and thoughtful. To be polite and respectful. To realise that every living thing on this planet has a purpose, and to never knowingly patronise or belittle other human beings. I want him to love his family and friends, to understand who he is and where he comes from. I want him to fulfill his potential in whatever field that is. If he doesn't want to go to University then he doesn't have to; I will support his carefully considered decisions with the love and affection that I will always give him.
I want him to grow into a strong, loving and happy boy; an independent yet dependable man.
That is his tomorrow, and my promise.
This post has been hanging around in my head for months since I read this one.