This week my oldest turned 6. She also had a visit up to the 'big school' to see what year 1 will be like next year. In the last couple months she's been loosing teeth, gone to birthday parties by herself, is allowed (but I never do it) to swim without an adult in the pool and wants to go into class by herself and do her own morning reading. And this week she will start swimming lessons through her school which terrifies me. I have to trust that she won't lose all her clothes, that she will walk responsibly to the pools with her class and that she dries herself off and remembers her goggles for her lessons all by herself.
My big girl is officially growing up. And I want to curl up and cry!
Kaitlyn has always been a very independent little girl, never showed signs of 'needing' her mumma. But never strayed too far away either.
It really hit me on Friday when leaving school in the afternoon, Kaitlyn had received a 'fish certificate' which gets put into a special box in the school office to be drawn out at assembly as a raffle type reward system.
"Mum, I need to take my fish certificate to the office. But can you please wait here for me."
She used to want me to walk up to the office with her, she used to want me to open the door and stand with her while she put the little piece of paper into its box, and she used to ask me to read the box to make sure it was the right one.
But now....she's getting more independant and wants to start doing these things on her own.
We are in this transition phase at the moment. She doesn't want to hang around me as much (not that she ever did too much), she doesn't need me holding her hand all the time.
She's well and truly ready to head on up to the big school next year and be a big year 1!!
It's scary! We've gone from the baby phase, made it through the toddler years, struggled through the pre school years and now we are at the primary school years. Next year it will be dropping her off at the classroom door with a kiss on the cheek and trusting that she can organise her drink bottle and lunch box, change her reading books and getting set up for the day by herself. She will be dismissed from class without needing me standing right there-she will be allowed to walk down to pre primary to collect her brother and meet me there.
My little girl, my first baby. She's the one that shocked me at such an early age, the one that's taught me how to be a mum, being my first baby she's the first one to take me through each new phase, she was my only child for a short while and now she's big sister to her brother and baby sister. She's my best buddy, my stubborn little bugger and the best kid a mummy could ask for.
I'm so blessed to have her teaching me how to be a mumma and most of all she's the one teaching me how to be patient!!!
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