Tomorrow is the beginning of scarletts real life...the applications for schools open and I will be the sad mother on there first thing.
Not because I'm dying to get rid of her but because if I don't do it tomorrow, I will most likely forget until it's too late and she's sent to a school 20 miles away.
These last few months are the last of the baby years. When did that tiny little bundle turn into my amazing, H drawing (she randomly did it today- child prodigy) bossy boots I have today?
Don't get me wrong those first few days, weeks, months and even years were a struggle and I am glad I will never be doing it again - but it flew. I barely remember her being a baby. Ok thats a lie, I remember the puke, the screaming (me) the crying (me and her) my ears are still ringing but how was that all nearly 4 years ago?
She's a total character now, a real little person with her own thoughts and feelings to express, which believe me she does. I'm still scared every day that something is going to happen to her, I still check shes breathing in the night sometimes, not ten times a night like I used to, or when she was in her pushchair (I hardly ever put the rain cover over as I was scared she would suffocate.) Before I know it she will be an independant woman, which is what scares me the most.
So I have to enjoy every single moment and count my blessings every day, that she is here, healthy and happy even if she does boss me around like earlier....
"You have to tidy up because I made a mess. I'm going for a bath."
Thats my girl
Xxxxx
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