From the very first moment I held him, I knew he needed me.
At the same time, I realised how much I needed him.
From the first time he cried, I only hoped to stop his tears.
I hold him in my arms and say words he doesn’t understand.
From the first time he was a wobbling, smiling baby, he now tells me he needs a wee as he wanders off to the toilet.
He, of course, only needs me if it turns into a number two.
He stubbornly dresses, with his shoes on the wrong feet.
From the very first moment, he gains a little bit of independence.
From holding his bottle, to slowly standing on his own, he is now walking like a young man.
At times I began to feel less needed, then, he wants to walk upstairs.
Oh, how he is scared. I smile when I hear him say “Daddy, hold my hand”.
Then there are the times when he sees things that make him cling to my leg, scared of what he sees. You know, scary things like a horse, a motorbike, or even the big scary, strange person who just happens to say “Hello, what’s your name”?
But I know for all his tomorrows, whatever he wants to be in life, do in life I’ll be right there beside him, to guide him and if he needs me, to comfort him.