No more sleeps, my sweet thing, it’s time for the next chapter in our lives. Today we’re starting playschool, and I know strictly speaking it’s you who is starting, but I feel like I’m starting something too. For me, it’s a bit of letting go, a bit of trusting, a bit of change, but for both of us, it’s about learning and new experiences.
I have our outfits ready, camera charged, and your bag packed. It gave me excitement and sadness while I packed basic items of nappies, wipes and a change of clothing. It made me heartsore to be packing items for you for hours when I won’t be there, and anxious about who will be changing your nappies and clothes, and whether they’ll need to jump up and down or throw toys around like I do to distract you from the terrible terrible time you have when we change you.
But I’m so excited too – there are new people, toys, songs and stories ahead, and I feel like we’ve found the perfect playschool for you for now. It makes me happy that you’ve reached this next stage, and I’m proud of you already. I know you’ll do great, and I bloody well hope I do great too. I suspect there’ll be big-girl tears, but I suspect they’ll be ones of pride, but just in case, I’m wearing my biggest sunnies and waterproof Maybelline mascara.
I hope there is lots of growth, music and fun…
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