It's always hard the last few weeks , not only anticipating the birth , but the tiredness , the restless nights the achy back and feet . not to forget tending to the first born . I know Kate is lucky to have a nanny for Prince George ,but babies still want their Mum to hold them, cuddle them and kiss them . It's just not the same , a nanny's attention .
I would say as anxious as everyone is , Kate is not too concerned the baby is late ..she is enjoying the last few days with George before the new baby gets all her attention .
I'm sure Little Prince George is ready to meet his sibling . Children are really smart and know that a brother or sister is going to be born . They are always ready to welcome their brother or sister , and eagerly look forward to bonding and playing together ,especially when there is a small age gap . It's only when the age gap is bigger , that children might not be so welcoming of a new baby . The bond between the two will be very strong and they will be close and the best of friends for life .
With Spring in the air and good weather it's the perfect time for babies to be born . Generally most animals also give birth to their young at Springtime and humans too , have a higher birth rate around this time , more than at any other time of the year .Those warm summer days , are to be blamed ;) as the parents sure got busy nine months before,in the balmy days of the previous summer :)
My eldest was born in Spring and I can still remember , the weather just got better and we could take her on long beautiful drives and for walks in her pram and appreciate Nature and the Countryside . Time does fly by , she just celebrated her birthday and she is all grown up !!
Often when I think of April and Springtime , I can't help remembering William Wordsworth and his most famous poem "Daffodils " He wrote it after being inspired on a long walk with his sister Dorothy in 1802 on the 15th of April as he walked in the Lake District where he lived with his wife and sister .
I know alot of people are familiar with the poem , but for everyone else who is not , here it is : it never grows old . enjoy reading it !
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
.
William Wordsworth (1815)
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