So today my big girl headed off to school and I could not be any prouder of her. We arrived at her school nice and early, so she ended up being first in her line. Once her teacher came onto the playground, her face lit up and she started chatting away to her. Then the whistle blew, I gave her kiss and asked if she wanted us to come in with her, her reply "no mummy" and off she went. Me and my husband were left on the playground whilst the other children (and parents) trotted in. Just like that, she had started school.
I shed no tears, because I knew she was happy. I was excited for her and proud that she was so ready (given she is one of the youngest in her year). My husband kept asking if I was ok, and I was. It's funny how starting school can lead to a mixture of emotions.
As the day passed, I thought of her often. Wondering what she was up to, whether she would handle dressing herself for PE and if she remembered to use her knife and fork properly (she's a sod for using her hands!). Of course, I needn't have worried.
When 3.05pm came we patiently waited for her outside her classroom. When the door's opened we were greeted to the biggest smile I had ever seen. She had been awarded a "hard worker" sticker and boy was she proud! She then proceeded to talk non-stop all the way to McDonalds, we decided an ice cream was in order and then talk all the way to pick her brother up from nursery.
So, Darcie B, we hope your journey through education will be one full of joy, adventure and excitement. Love you.
Mummy B xoxox