We have our friends youngest son over for a few days. When he is on his own he is a little sweetheart and much easier to deal with when he is told off. The little angel is three years old, he is 'behind' with his speech and is still in nappies (diapers ;) ).
This afternoon and this evening 'little man' as we affectionately call him has been very happy. Hubby was sleeping for a few hours as he hasn't been sleeping well lately. 'Little man' spent quite a bit of time on my lap chattering away in his way pointing at different things trying to pronounce the words for different things. It made me smile and I was saying the words then he would attempt to repeat back. Today 'little man' said one of our dogs names for the first which made me laugh as he said it so clearly.
This evening 'little man' snuggled right into me but refused to give into the tiredness. If I tried moving slightly to get more comfortable he would fling his arms round me. It was an effort not to cry as I missed out on all this with Anthony. It's the first time in years that my emotions overwhelmed me. I was glad I had a good excuse to cuddle him. 'Little man' loves his cuddles as he has to fight for attention at home. His brothers interfere when he has 'mum' time. For me, tonight, it has been a stark reminder of what I have missed out on not raising Anthony.