It’s late and I should really be in bed but I can’t sleep there is something on my mind. Tomorrow (well today actually so I’ve noticed having just glanced at the clock) my little Princess has her first day at Nursery.
Unlike J who went to Nursery at the tender age of six months old, E has had the luxury of staying at home until almost three years of age. I worried at first that by keeping her at home I would somehow hold her back from developing her confidence and independence, I needn’t have worried as the result has been the complete opposite. E is the most confident and independent little girl I have ever known, she sings, dances and joins in with almost anything you throw her way.
Whilst she may be ready to go to Nursery at this point, I still feel like I am having a bit of a wobble truth be told. It is only a taster day for now as she wont start officially until September but still I will have to dig out the oversized sunglasses come tomorrow morning to hide the leaky eyes.
E is our second and sadly our last child, I feel like time seems to have gone by faster second time around. Each and every milestone that E conquers I watch with pride, whilst simultaneously a little piece of my heart breaks as I realise that ‘this is it’ the baby days are over.
I felt I needed to document this moment as it’s a ‘biggy’ for me, no doubt E will take it all in her stride and will have uggins of fun. I will miss her though, I will miss my little playmate even if it is only for two hours, I know it’s the start of ‘things to come’.
I guess I will have to follow in Elsa’s footsteps and try to ‘Let It Go’. I will never truly let go, I will always be there for my children to catch them when they fall, to encourage them to ‘give it a go’ and to watch them proudly as they succeed.