Having waited for months to hear as to whether or not our beautiful, little lady E would be joining her brother at Primary School this autumn we were finally sent the results early this morning.
E will indeed be attending her school of choice come September and whilst I am over the moon with the news I am also emotionally broken. How on earth have almost four years flown by so bloody quickly?!
My baby has grown up, she may only be three-years of age at this current point in time but give it a few months and I’ll be browsing the rails for school uniform and packing her bags as she leaves for her first day of ‘big school’ with her older brother.
My heart is in tatters, it’s only April and already my eyes are threatening to leak all over my keyboard as I type this post. If I feel like this now then god knows how I’ll cope come September!
I have so many questions no doubt all of which I had back when J first started School. I remember it well, E was born a fortnight before our young man first began School and whilst I was a hormonal, emotional wreck back then I had E to care for and to distract me from my heartache.
This time around things are different, there are no more little ones to keep me occupied, no more distractions, no more children… We made the decision to stick to two and there’s no way were having another baby just to keep me company during the day time!
But this is it, life is about to change forever and I’m not sure whether E or I am ready yet. Knowing our little Princess she will waltz right into that classroom bold as brass, a confident smile plastered across her face and take full charge of the situation. Meanwhile Mummy here will hold it together at least until I get back to the car.
I have five months left, five months before I allow a huge chunk of my heart to fly free and to show the World what she’s made of.