We walk through the gallery slowly, taking the time to look at the paintings and drawings. What’s that mummy? Oo, pretty picture of a shed mummy, what that next to it? I walk beside my earnest little boy, his hands clasped behind his back, trying my best to answer his questions, stoke the fires of curiousity burning inside him. The inquisitiveness of small boys has made me see the world afresh, looking for the little details, the natural beauty of our world. We chat about the artworks we see, and as we leave, the visit is declared a success. Arms once more swinging by his side, a little hand sneaks into mine as I push his little brother in the pram. Up the ramp to the library, we stop and retreive the books (which may or may not have been a wee bit overdue…), and this big brown eyes look at me, inquiringly. His hand reaches up & strokes my face. “I put those in for you mummy? I like to help!” And just like that, I’m a big pile of mummy goo. I watch my little boy, no longer the baby he was just yesterday, or so it seemed, and he effortlessly swings the books above his head and slides them in the schute. He grins at me with self-satisfaction, and my heart overflows with love for this small boy who changed my world.

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