Now I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this but I have two beautiful boys.
Both handsome, appealing and both pretty amazing. I have never considered them out of proportion in any way in fact I have always considered them both perfect.
It dawned on me recently while struggling to fit a gorgeous new robot top (12 – 18 months) on my newly one year that they may indeed have big heads!
The four year old spends at least 10 mins before bath time naked from the waist down or occasionally naked but for stripy socks with his school shirt and jumper like some peculiar Halloween mask empty arms flapping by his ears as he shouts, ‘It’s not doing it! It’s not coming off!’ muffled in red sweatshirt.
Erm and now I come to mention it the baby who has steadily grown around the 75th centile has strangely remained on the 90th for head circumference since birth. (Water melon anyone?) I do like to dismiss these measurements as archaic and unnecessary. (But am I secretly pleased I have big strong boys? Well, maybe a little.)
Their dad, my partner has a pretty normal sized head….I on the other hand…..think I know where they get it from.
One of my best friends (herself no pin head) and I were forever commenting on our great big moon faces throughout our low esteemed twenties. We made it so funny that it ceased to be a problem, in fact we began to feel sorry for the poor saps with average bonces and so up until recently in my thirties (as I still am – for now) I’d forgotten what a humungous spud head I had.
My four year old also has my wide almost to the point of square feet. Last time I was in Clarks they fitted him for the most ridiculous shoes that were constantly popping off as there was just not enough touching Velcro in play. He also suffers from blisters like me.
What you pass on physically to your children is hit and miss, but even the things you don’t like so much in yourself can be endearing and charming in your offspring.
My partner is ill. He has Crohn’s Disease. Usually he manages it reasonably well but it’s serious and affects not only his life but all of ours.
He will be devastated if either of the boys ends up with that disease.
But it won’t be his fault.
My partner and I both have big noses it wasn’t what attracted us to each other but maybe it didn’t repulse! We used to joke about the accumulative effect our noses might have on our poor offspring (So far so good, but so were both of us until puberty!) But now my offspring are real and sleeping upstairs as I write, I worry about all the many many terrible things that could happen and having a big nose, wide feet or even a ginormous noggin doesn’t seem half so bad any more.
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