He wants to help. He’s a big boy now, you know. He’s 3, but even though he looks older I still think of him as my baby.
And yet he’s now a little boy. And before I know it, he’ll be off to school. And then driving a car. And graduating. And then falling in love. And then. . . .
Not so fast! Today, he’s just 3. Today, he’s still my baby boy. And even though he thinks he can push the trolley by himself, he still needs me to help him. Because that big old trolley can be heavy and difficult sometimes. In much the same way that life can be heavy and difficult.
He still needs me. In fact, he will always need his mum.