Recently, as I browsed through my digital photo archives, I came across this picture of my son, when he has 3 years old.
I still remember – it was a cold, windy day, and we were on a windmill farm in The Netherlands.
My husband and I stood transfixed by the old windmill, but my son was mesmerised by this beautiful duck that waddled across the grass.
My son got his arms together and imitated the duck’s waddling as he followed the bird, making a ‘quack’, ‘quack’ sound with his mouth.
Seeing this photograph brought back memories of that holiday, and memories of the little boy that my son was then, whose day was made by that little duck.
How time flies! When I showed him the picture, his eyes grew big, and he asked, “Is that really what I did?
A simple moment in time. A moment that can never be replaced. A moment when a three year old followed a duck.