When I first discovered I was pregnant the first thing that came to mind was how amazing the Peter Pan theme would look in my baby’s bedroom. Peter Pan has been my favourite story for as long as I can possibly remember (The J.M. Barrie book version, just to clarify!). So, naturally I tried my very hardest to ensure my love of this classic story extended to my daughter (her bedroom says it all…), but as she “Rawr…rawr…roars” to me…
“ABC!” My daughter utters this excitedly at least twenty-five times within the first hour of my day. She is 15-months and is thoroughly obsessed with the alphabet. While she’s not yet able to identify the different letters of the alphabet, she’s able to recognise the difference between images, Chinese characters and letters (Humble-brag much?)…So, “ABC” gets thrown at me a lot, because, well—there are a million books in my apartment and almost everything in our daily lives contains words! Okay,…
Every day I marvel at my Wild One. I watch in awe as she explores her surroundings completely, unapologetically curious yet so innocent. I watch nervously, yet excitedly, as she teeters over the edge of the slide unafraid of any consequences that may occur if she falls. It’s an emotional rollercoaster of fear and the desire to provide as many opportunities for exploration. And then there are days, you know the days… ….the days that just seem to go on…