On Monday’s I’m normally running around doing the shopping before heading off to my sewing class for 2½ hours. Then it’s a mad dash to get back home, drop off my machine and then straight out again to pick Monkey up from school. Today’s lesson has been cancelled so I’ve got a few ‘spare’ hours. Daddy P is working on the main laptop so I’ve been relegated to the spare room AKA junk/’really must sort out’ room. I realised I had some old photos stored on this laptop so I’ve just spent a few moments flicking through them over a cuppa. One just made me chuckle, this is Monkey in June 2012 sitting in a Fire Engine at our local carnival fayre.
Sitting in a Fire Engine at 2½ years of age. You may see nothing unusual in that. He’s a boy, a vehicle mad boy at that. I looked at this photo and the first thing I thought was wow, he’d never do that now!
Where did this confident little boy appear from? I remember this afternoon clearly, Daddy P was with us and Monkey wanted to be sitting in a Fire Engine. He loved them, he still loves them, but for him to actually sit in one, and by himself was a big thing. Mr I don’t like to try anything new, actually did and he loved it. Would a 5 year old Monkey do the same? Not on your life! He’d admire from a far, you might get him to stand close by to a Fire Engine, but the chances of getting him to sit in one – remote. But maybe he’ll surprise me one day, another moment of bravery and confidence might appear. With Monkey you never really know!