Our Big Babies

“I want to do Karate too.”

My wife and I look at each other. Karate? He was only born yesterday, how can he do Karate?
And in that moment we are struck by the realisation that our little boy has somehow grown up without us noticing. Where has all the time gone? We are forced to admit that now is probably the time to stop referring to our dearest youngest-of-three as ‘the baby’. In truth, we should have stopped a while ago. After all, he’s almost four. We can’t even call him a toddler. And it is only really when we are surrounded by our friends, who actually have sleeping, arm-snuggling, nose-twitching babies, that the truth is so stark; we are forced to confront the reality that our walking, talking, read-himself-a-bed-time story,…

Read Story

Share This Post