Me: ‘How many cuddles do you want tonight?’
The 3yo: ‘Three. I want three.’
Me: ‘Ok – ready – one, two, three’ (each accompanied by a squeezy cuddle)
The 3yo: ‘Now I want three in Raeg’ (yn Gymraeg/in Welsh)
Me: ‘ok, wyt ti’n barod? Un, dau, tri’ (each accompanied by, er, a Welsh squeezy cuddle)
The 3yo: ‘Can I have my kiss please’
Me: kiss
The 3yo ‘Can you get out of my bed now, I want to go to sleep’*
Number cuddles are exactly the sort of thing that I want to keep this blog for. Those special little things that come into being, nobody knows how, and are then part of life until, one day, you suddenly realise that it’s been quite a while since number cuddles made an appearance, and sure enough, if you mention them to your child you’ll get a withering look and a ‘no Mum, I grew out of that a LONG time ago’.
And then, unless something pops up to remind you, those little traditions disappear into the ether of family living. So I’m going to try and record them here – and one day, when they’ve all grown up and I’m wondering where the years have gone, I’ll be able to look back and remember the lovely little things that were part of our life.
🙂
*yep, that’s what he says – no messing with him – when he says cuddle time is over, it’s over!
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Thank you for reading! We are lucky indeed, easy to forget how much sometimes. X