My Big Little Girl
Firstly rather a big one
Holly has now started pre-school!!!!
Actually this was back in September now of course, but I’ve had this post sat in drafts for far too long!
She was initially a week later in starting the her classmates because we were on holiday (that’s something we’ll have to stop!) but from the moment she walked in she seemed to take to it like a duck to water. Which as a parent, is always reassuring to see. The only real thing she cant seem to get her heaad round is that she has to wear a rugby shirt and a jumper as a kind of uniform. I keep explaining to her that this is nothing compared to what its going to be like next year when she starts ‘big school’!
*Please just give me a moment as I sob into a tissue*
Which she’s already struggling with!
Little E is able to go to nursery wearing pretty tops and dresses and poor H just really can’t understand why she has to wear the same red t-shirt each day!!!
Every week the little girls and boys each have a turn to do ‘Show & Tell’ to her classmates, where they bring something from home to stand up in front of the class and explain about their chosen item.
So far she’s taken a ball, her scooter, a punch balloon, Wo-Wo & Pudsey (her beloved teddies), a back massager (!) and a white Disney Barbie horse.
Unfortunatly she wants to take the horse each week, but I’m not sure how much you can really say about a white plastic disney horse that doesn’t move, so we try to persuade her with other items!
Though our plan was foiled slightly this week when in place of the horse (hooray!), she instead chose to take in a little Christmas reindeer toy that poo’s out little chocolate drops to the tune of ‘We Wish You A Merry Christmas’!
(Thanks Auntie Meggles and Uncle Peter!!)
As her parents we’re always especially interested to hear how her ‘show & tell’ goes each week because of her recent speech problems. And so far, she seems to be doing very well indeed.
H only attended a few therapy sessions before we jointly decided with the therapist to ‘go it alone’ as her speech was improving so quickly, with the idea to contact them once again if we felt it wasn’t improving or was getting progressively worse.
Luckily this doesn’t appear to be the case.
And, so far so good in that it really does seem to be more apparent when she’s excitable about something and doesn’t ted to appear in her general ‘day to day’ speech any more which is wonderful.
Obviously as a parent you always worry, so having one less thing to worry about quite so much is rather lovely as a busy working mum of two under 3’s!!
Though one thing that we must be certain to ensure and maintain is that she continues to have her ‘one to one’ time with both mummy and daddy, as the only time she does seem to struggle with her speech more is when she’s vying for our undivided attention. Which, with Little E in the house, is sometimes pretty tough!!
This morning H told me how she wasn’t feeling very well and didn’t want to go to nursery. The girls yesterday said she had complained about a sore throat, but today it was a stomach ache – although when I asked her she didn’t really know what to point to!! I had my suspicions she may have been trying to pull a fast one.
She asked for some medicine, and although she didn’t have a temp – we gave her some just to help with the throat and no sooner had we done this, than she practicaslly licked her lips, and said, my tummy feels much better now, thank you!!
Love my little H-Pops….
Another thing my darling daughter has did recently was to make me cry.
Yes, its true.
She did, but only in the most sweet, endearing and caring way possible.
We were just led down on the living room floor together, both colouring a single picture. Hardly any words passed between us, as we were just both so deep in thought and concentration on the task at hand.
Then all of a sudden H sat up, looked at me and said………
mummy, thank you so much for colouring with me, I love doing this with you, and then went on to tell me she loved me and that I was her best friend and hugged me.
Which is when I turned into Olaf the Snowman….I melted!
And then I started to cry
They were just the sweetest and most beautiful words a mummy could possibly wish to hear.
It took me aback.
I sat back a moment and thought of all the times where i’d wished I was slimmer, richer, taller, more sucessful, had more to offer the girls etc, and in that moment I realised that I don’t want to change a thing. I am the richest person in the world and everything else just blurred into the background as I realised what life is really all about.