Train

The other day - the sun was shining - I decided to take my time to fetch my boy from the day care centre. Usually we have to hurry, at least if I want him to eat something and take a bath before going to bed around 7.30. Hurrying is one thing I really don't like, so if possible I don't do it. I had had a bit of an off day, so I went to fetch him a bit earlier than usual. I took his little 'pulling' train, because I know he just loves to walk around with it on the streets. He was indeed very happy when he saw I brought his train. On the way home, he was showing off his train (and the way he could pull it) to passengers on the street. I noticed a lot of people stopped to look at him. Several praised him and told me how cute and good he looked. I thought so too and I suddenly realised I was really happy that moment, and proud, and totally in love with that little blond boy who calls me mama.