Waved 6yo DS off to school today in trousers that look like they're trying to be pedal-pushers. Obviously this is not a good look, and I will be sorting out new ones over half-term. But it filled me with pure joy.
Two years ago, he was a scrawny little thing with a giant belly, and he hadn't grown for a year. He was an exhaustingly fussy eater who would only eat a few bites of a tiny range of food, and he got exhausted at any physical activity. The paed we'd been seeing for eighteen months kept asking us if we were vegan (we're not) and rolling his eyeballs at DS's poor diet.
Turned out DS is coeliac (chance appointment with a different paed got that diagnosed in a flash, thank goodness.) And now, after two years of no gluten, he's a skinny, muscular lad that's bursting with energy, eats like a carnivorous horse, can swim/run/bike for miles (well, maybe not swim actual miles, but a good long way) - and his trousers show he's just had yet another growth spurt.
Looking at the hems flapping round his calves just made me so happy .