I could easily dive into the emotional whirlwind a mother experiences when her firstborn grows up and hits this major milestone but I think I’ll spare you. And me. Because after the week from hell with James and an ear infection all I have to say is this: Georgie is six years old and that is a statement I am so very proud to make.
This week it was Georgie’s birthday. He is now 5 years old.
I get a bit emotional at his birthdays, when he blows out the candles and I realise how bloody quickly time goes by. I hugged him tight on the morning of his birthday and whispered the words ‘my baby’ to which he replied: ‘No mama. I am now 5 years old so I am not a baby anymore.’ I made it abundantly clear that no matter how old he is he will always be MY baby. If you follow me on Instagram you can catch me singing happy birthday to Georgie as he was waking up with a smile on his face.