Now you are 5 and about to start year 1
A letter to my daughter
It’s been a while since I charted down my kids milestones and since the whole reason for starting a blog was to journal our family life I think it’s about time I write down some of her achievements.
To my beautiful Pops:
You have just finished reception and about to start year 1. What a difference a year makes. I left you at the gates on your first day at school and watched my little girl, my baby skip into school with a uniform that was clearly too big. It is fair to say I shed a few tears that day and for the following few days as I had to accept you were and are growing up. Then out you walked on your last day of reception confident and headstrong. Ready to take on the world with a glowing school report.
This time last year you could write your name and a selection of other words, now you can write short stories. You love numbers and sit and do your own little sums, but sometimes you still write ‘3’ back to front. You’ve stood up in front of your class when it was your turn with the ‘talking bag’ and spoke about your little brother. You won 3 out of 4 races on sports day. You made the decision to take part in the talent show singing ‘Up Town Funk’ with 3 of your friends and came runners up. You are always telling your dad and me that you love us and give us so many cuddles. You have a fiery attitude and stand your ground for as long as possible. You have started to tell us that we can’t make you do anything and that no body is in charge of you! But at heart, you are so caring and will always attempt to comfort someone who is upset.
I love the way you get words muddled up, I almost don’t want to correct you. You always say ‘unless’ instead of ‘except’ and ‘wrighted’ instead of ‘wrote’. You still really believe daddy is magic and can pull things from out your ear.
You love YouTube a little too much, but thankfully you’re over the ‘egg opening’ videos, but now it’s ‘Tiana’!
On first appearance you look so delicate but in reality you are a little daredevil. You love to climb, run, jump and get dirty. You have started to love nail varnish, makeup and skirts that ‘go up’ when you twirl around, just like I did at your age.
You have swimming lessons once a week and can comfortably swim over a length without stopping. You love to surface dive to get a toy from the pool floor. You also go to drama classes once a week too. You can now comfortably ride your bike without stabilisers, as was clear to see on our latest holiday as you whizzed around the campsites. Your confidence is growing so much riding your bike.
You are sensitive too. You shed a few tears whilst watching Smurfs at the cinema and whilst watching Harry Potter at home. Which I kind of liked as it meant you wanted to sit on my knee and have cuddles and that’s something I’ll never say no to.
You have an infectious laugh, regularly giggling at any opportunity, usually a trick you’ve played on daddy or me. You often say that your brother doesn’t laugh at you but you are the one that gets the most giggles from him. He simply adores you.
You are a warm, beautiful, sweet, strong and passionate little girl. You make me so proud each and every day. I’m not allowed to call you little though, you are a big girl…but you’ll always be my baby.
Love you Pops x