In her column, Tracy shares experiences and lessons learnt as she navigates life and grows with her two boys. To share your views email Tracy on [email protected]
Sometimes I forget my big boy is still my baby too and I realised this in such a small moment.
The realisation came when my seven-year-old and I were simply standing in a queue waiting for our takeaway.
I think sometimes I forget this as he's the big brother now - a role he has taken on so beautifully.
Of course, they're still brothers. They play, they fight, they chase each other around the house, they irritate one another and five minutes later they're best friends again.
