If I could have picked a day to have frozen my son in time, it would have been Tuesday.

The strange thing is, I honestly cant pinpoint what exactly made this day so unique. Perhaps the simplest of days always are the most enchanting? Everything had an ethereal quality to it, as if I was living one of those mythical lives where everything was effortless. And that was with a child in tow, not as if I was swanning about in my pre-parenthood existence holidaying on some sundrenched secluded island!

Yes, it was just an ordinary day. There were chores, there was swimming lessons, there was shopping to be done. Yet with each activity, my son melted easily into the groove of the day

The sun rose, and along with it, my blue eyed boy, eager to get the day underway. We had a cuddle in Mummy’s bed, which of course, didn’t last long as after a full and sound night’s sleep, those baby batteries have been well and truly recharged and are rearing to be put to good use! And for some reason, for once I didn’t feel the magnets of my soft and warm bed reacting so violently to being extracted from its embrace.

We played, we laughed, we chased, we cuddled, we were, on that day, the best of friends. As close as we ever may be, considering I am the Mum and he is the son. I do realise there will come a time when this bond, so steely and secure, will begin to splinter at the seams. What boy after the age of 6 will let his Mummy smother him with sloppy kisses? What son, after blowing out those 6 candles on his birthday cake, unconsciously launches himself with unconditional love at you, arms flung wide, ready to encircle your neck and engulf you with all the love he has?

On that Tuesday, he was my best little mate, by my side at every turn, and blissfully so. I was his sun, moon and sky, so much so that when it came to me heading off to work come Wednesday morning, he wailed with the indignity of the separation that lay ahead. And I left home with a stomach leaden with guilt and sadness that my absence could have this effect – on both of us!

I know the surly teenager will come, and prior to that (and much closer to now) the terrible two’s that are all but knocking on the door, waiting to be unleased in a torrent of tantrums (a preview last week of what is in store was a tad unsettling, to say the least). But for now I am basking in the memory of Tuesday where I felt as if the world had offered up its most greatest treasure and left it with me for safekeeping. May many more precious days such as that reign down on us, and may each one be cherished as if there were no tomorrow…