Measuring time can be a matter of opinion. For some it’s coffee spoons, for others it’s carriage clocks. For me, it’s a diary.
I started it when Raffie spent his first full day at nursery early in 2012, and this week, I reached the thousandth entry. For 1,000 days I have written about what we’ve been up to, the progress he has made, the good times and the bad. And of course, what he’s had for dinner.
Leaving him at nursery was, as is often the case, much harder for me than him, who had a whale of a time playing with all the new toys and enjoying cuddles with his lovely ladies. The first entry begins with what he did and how he was when I picked him up, all smiles and cuddles.
As the months went on he started walking, then talking, and hasn’t stopped since. This week’s baffling question being “Where do octopuses keep their pyjamas?” only to look horrified when I suggested they might not really need to wear them.
Usually composed late at night in haste, his diary will never win any awards for writing. But from his first proper fall and split lip, to his trip to see the Olympics, his first overseas visits and love of playing with eggs, his adventures are all documented, whether or not anyone cares to read them.
Some things haven’t really changed. He used to love being read to in his bouncer, and then following me around with book in hand. He used to delight in giving the cat a book and a banana. Now he demands to hear story after story, and has even memorised his first one from cover to cover, The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats, a simple tale of, rather predictably, a boy and a snowy day.
His early love of cleaning has continued, this week sweeping and mopping the floor and taking turns to do the dusting with the thing on a stick. And of course he still doesn’t sleep through the night.
Raffie told us recently that he wanted to work for a newspaper. “What would you write about?” I asked. “My day, and all the things I do.” I suppose my diary on his behalf is the next best thing, and did think that when I got to the thousandth entry it may be time to stop. But with less than a year to go until school, I’m hoping that by continuing be a reminder of the last few months of having more time together.
I am not sure whether all diaries are meant to be read. But for me, it’s a reminder of all those little things in life that has made Raffie the person he is today. Should he ever decide to dip into it when he’s older, it’s hopefully a reminder of 1,000 tiny daily adventures which are so easily forgotten. And 1,000 reasons why we love him.