I was recently reading the lovely blog Cuddles & Muddles & Muddy Puddles and enjoyed taking up the challenge of trying to describe my son in 5 words.
How hard can it be?
Well, it appears, very hard!
I know I’m biased, I’m bound to be but Harley is just the most adorable little boy. He inevitably has his 3 year old moments and tests all of my nerves and strength at times but I’m so unbelievably proud of who he is and who he is growing up to be.
So here he is, in 5 words:
Harley has always been curious; always wanting to know how something worked; why something worked or moved the way it did. I remember sitting in the car one day when Harley must have asked 20 questions in a row, this was the first time all of his questions started with the word ‘why?’ and it made me laugh. Even only today we had a conversation which consisted of him saying “why?” or “but why, Mummy?” or “Yes, Mummy but why?” It’s during these kind of conversations that I could flippantly shrug off his questions or pass him off by giving him an answer which I hope would stop the endless questioning but that I really don’t have the answers for. But why would I? I love hearing his questions. I love the curiosity he has of the world. There’s no way that I want to suppress his desire to learn or to know new things. So the next time we have a ‘why?’ conversation, you can laugh at me trying to find new ways to answer the same questions and I will keep doing this until he’s satisfied that I’ve done enough searching for answers!
Harley has no fear. At times, it frightens me and I have to reign him in. I honestly don’t think it’s because he is unaware of the dangers of heights, deep water, cycling down a hill and so on. I really believe he is fearless because he has such faith in himself and his own abilities. He is so determined with a desire to succeed, that the words ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again’ must have been written for him. His sense of adventure overrides any sense of apprehension. I remember watching him climb the ladder on the climbing frame at the park and as I walked round eagerly waiting to scoop him up from the bottom of the slide, the little monkey turned the other way and flung himself onto and down the fireman’s pole. My heart was in my mouth yet he was beaming in delight. He’s always been physically advanced, walking and riding a bike so young. My bag of cotton wool is still full to the brim; he will never let me use it.
Harley’s lovely childminder always uses this word to describe him and it’s a great word for him. For a child that is so active, I often catch him stood still, watching. Pondering. I enjoy observing him, observing others. Often I think it can come across as slightly rude if I see him just blatantly staring at people, I do tend to divert his attention. Sometimes, I can see the proverbial cogs turning in his mind as he contemplates. Today, my dad visited and was washing some bird’s mess off of his car. Harley helped fill up the bucket of water. He simply stood, watched and said nothing but I could tell he was deep in thought. After a while, he said “Grandad, which Seagull was it that did this?” I was so amused by his question and the expectation he had that we knew exactly which bird made the mess and where that bird was now. Isn’t it lovely to have such a innocent view of the world?
So incredibly independent. Diligent and persistent. He has to do everything himself. I think it is this personality trait that makes us feel that he didn’t seem like a baby for long. He didn’t want me to feed him, he wanted to do it himself. He didn’t want me to dress him, he wanted to do it himself. He didn’t want me to do up his seat belt, he wanted to do it himself. We often have ‘chats’ about what he actually cannot do and that we, as adults have to do for him. He really doesn’t like things being done for him. I think he is far too independent for his own good. He will go as far as to do things for us that are way beyond what a 3 year old should think of doing or even want to do. For example, he likes to take the bin out on bin day. He likes to wheel it back in. He likes to water the plants and rake the lawn. I do adore hearing his sweet little voice saying “Mummy, I’ll do that for you.” Hoovering, he loves hoovering. I’m sure he’ll make a wonderful husband one day, albeit perhaps a stubborn one!
The ultimate adjective that encapsulates Harley. Come rain or shine he has shoes on, chomping at the bit to get outside. The park, the garden, the beach, the forest anywhere that he can run around and breathe fresh air is his option of choice. I truly hope that this will remain his preferred choice as he gets older and that the dreaded TV and computer games will stick firmly in his afterthoughts. Muddy footprints, grubby hands and rosy cheeks always follow him. I’m so proud to say that I don’t think I have ever had to say to him, “Come on, let’s go and get some fresh air.” If the truth be known, he’s the one saying it to me.
So there’s my 5 words. It was harder than I thought narrowing it down. I’m looking forward to doing the same challenge with my daughter when she approaches the momentous age of 1. Which words would you use to describe your child? Can you narrow it down to 5 words?
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