Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne
When I was One, I had just begun.
When I was Two, I was nearly new.
When I was Three I was hardly me.
When I was Four, I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Today is Harry's sixth birthday, and at the weekend I copied this poem out into his birthday card.
When I was little I remember helping my Mum write the poem above by A. A. Milne into a friend's birthday card. I loved it so much that I insisted on having it in my own card when I turned six, and we had a copy on our noticeboard for years, so I've always remembered it.
Today it's Monday again, like the day that Harry was born. All through my labour that morning in the hospital I had the radio on, and in every news bulletin the day was referred to as the most depressing day of the year and although of course it's completely made up it has stuck in my mind!
Harry wasn't a very contented baby, and I found the first few months hard. He just didn't like being a baby very much. As soon as he was able to talk and understand things he became so much more fun and he has grown up into such a lovely little boy. He's a sensitive little thing, funny and clever, and interested in everything.
We had a little party for him on Sunday with some cake, then tonight we are going out for dinner, followed by a soft play party for his friends next weekend. Harry's birthday always seems to be spread out over several days! So Happy Birthday to Harry, my not so little boy!