ELSIE: A LETTER ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
Well my darling. It’s finally here! The day I’ve been dreading for about a year and the one you’ve been excited about for a good few months. Your first day at school.
OUR EXCITING (& VERY HAPPY) NEWS!
THIS is one happy post I didn’t think I would ever get to write. Which just shows you how life is full of surprises.
4 THINGS I’VE LEARNED FROM MY (SOON TO BE!) 4 YEAR OLD
IN eight days, Elsie will turn four. Another year older, another age reached, another little milestone passed. Last week we had her first school induction, the week before that I bought some of bits and pieces of her school uniform and on Friday she will visit nursery for the very last time and we will say goodbye to the staff who have done such a wonderful job of looking after
HAVE I BEEN THE BEST MUM (THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN)?
THIS is the question I keep asking myself at the moment. The one that is continually repeating itself over and over in my frazzled brain. Have I been the best Mum? Have I? Have I? Have I been as good as I could have been? (To date, obviously.)
FOR ELSIE: ‘WHEN YOU SLEEP’
WHEN you sleep, I spend ages marvelling at your face. As it’s still the most beautiful I have ever seen. And I smile as my eyes gaze on the one tiny freckle that’s dotted on your forehead, a pretty reminder of the fun we had last year on holiday in the sunshine. When you sleep, I watch your chest rise and fall. And if your breathing becomes too quiet or
TRYING FOR A BABY AND BEING ‘IN THE RED’
I CAN remember the days when I actually used to looked forward to my period arriving. (Kind of.) Back in my youth and in my twenties, when babies were not even on the bottom of a future ‘to do’ list. When being a mum wasn’t even on the agenda and I didn’t even know if I ever wanted it to be. “Thank goodness for that!” I would often silently exclaim
TEACHING ELSIE TO BE GRATEFUL
AT bedtime, Elsie and I have got a new routine. Which goes a little something like this…pyjamas on, brush teeth, clean face, toilet trip, bedtime story (or two), lights out, cuddles and a question. A very simple question that I’ve introduced over the past few weeks. And the question is this:
ELSIE IS GROWING UP TOO FAST, SO I’M SLOWING DOWN
I CAN feel Elsie’s childhood slipping through my fingers. Really, I can. Those special moments, this special age she’s at, it’s all slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I’ve been hanging on, trying to keep up, doing my best to stop them all slipping through, but it’s been a struggle. And recently I’ve had a wake up call.