Pause. Please.

Like so many other Mummies, I dream of turning the remote on my child.

Not just for the occasions when the mute function would be greatly appreciated, but for the opportunity to pause this fast-paced, action packed 'Magoo Magic' blockbuster in it's tracks.

There are so so many days, and moments in days,
when I wish I could just pause.

Suspend us in time right there cracking up at a clever little Magoo-made joke, cuddling with small, sweet fingers stroking my face or singing and dancing on the trampoline.

But I know from the experiences of friends that this parenting gig,
it just keeps getting better.

(Friends with teenagers excepted, in this instance!)

That every age has it's delights and "oh, this is the best" qualities.

(Again, from all accounts - teenagers excluded.)

I'm pretty sure every month in Magoo's first year was "the best age".

Then, of course being one was magical.

Two was hilarious.

Three is absolutely captivating me...

When every week outshines the last and every month is even lovelier than the one before, how can I focus only on the last temper tantrum or messy spill?

Of course, there have always been people along the way, standing at the sidelines throwing in their two cents worth with "oh wait for teething. Teething's awful" or "just you wait for those terrible twos" or "toilet training is death by feaces" or "they've driven me to drink and back".

(Once more, I feel the parents of teenagers may have a valid point though.)

My experience so far, has been that each phase, with it's challenges, brings it's awesomeness in even greater quantities.

Right now, I'm just overwhelmed by how quick this little Magoo man is growing and the fact that beautiful days like these
will be fleeting in the big picture.

So for now, I just want to press pause.

Stop at this moment in time when my little boy is climbing, splashing, stumbling, scrambling - but all the while looking back and grinning from ear to ear at his "fwend", his Mummy.

(And truth be told - call in sick to work tomorrow, so I can play.)

Even if the "best" is yet to come, this is pretty damn blissful.

I'm in awe of the stories that this little mind can weave, the incredible imagination, the sensitivity and the detailed observations that escape even my eagle eye.

The tall tales of (make believe, I hope) midnight antics from bedtime buddies in the night told with such earnest have me in stitches every morning.

The dramatics and performances are so innocently over the top and show pony
- that I wish I could catch just a little bit of that abandonment and self confidence for myself.

Aaaahh.

What a load of Magoo mush spilling out here today.

Don't worry, I do know he's not especially wondrous or extraordinary.

That the sun doesn't actually shine just for him.
The camera just makes it look that way sometimes.

I feel that all kids this age are just amazing and brilliant.

But this one's mine, you see. I made him.

What is your 'favourite stage'?

Shar :-)

BTW Hubby - this 'pause' refers only to Magoo's current loveliness.

I do not want to pause our bathroom mid renovation or any other project currently underway.