So Grown Up

Henry was talking to me over the top bannister today and suddenly I felt a real stab of pain. There he was, talking about the new Amy McDonald album, and it dawned on me that he isn't a baby any more; that he'll grow up and move away.

Something about him has changed in the last few days. He's more self-possessed; more aware of the world. I wanted to grab him and make him swear he'd never grow up; never stop being my little boy and never leave me.

I know that time moves on and that he has to grow up and that I'll always love him.

But where has my first baby gone?