I still remember what it was like before.
Before we were ‘that’ family.
The one with the screaming boy.
The one that couldn’t go anywhere without a jar of Chicken Tonight or my left shoe or a piece of red string.
The one with the kid in school still in nappies.
When The Damn Emos were pretty little blonde haired girls in love with the Spice Girls.
And Boo was that boy that could read before his first birthday.
When we were blissfully unaware that the quirks were nothing more than that.
Funny little quirks.
Today Boo made 2 minute noodles.
And after watching him eat them with a fork for a few minutes I went and locked myself in my room and sobbed.
Because in the Before they were one of his favourite foods.
Eaten with a fork.
Eaten with a spoon.
And then, in the ensuing years I have no idea how it happened but he lost the ability to use utensils.
It has been a long road.
Getting him to eat with utensils again.
Watching him eat those curly fucking noodles
With a fork
Just like he did over ten years ago.
Was just a little more than I could bear.
Simple things but so huge.
Big step forward after such a huge leap back.
My boy who towers over me regaining the skills he had while sitting in his high chair.
So I sit and sob.
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