Another Milestone Reached
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School Age Kids
I know that in four weeks’ time I will be in tears. In four weeks’ time, my daughter graduates from Primary School. The Mums have stared at each other in bewilderment. How has this happened so quickly? Where have the past eight years gone? The girls are taller certainly; some have even developed the dreaded teenage acne. But in our minds, they’re not much different to the tiny four year olds who gripped our hands so tightly on their first days of school.
My daughter is in turn both amused and appalled by my prediction of tears. Her eyes have rolled in dismay ‘you’re not going to embarrass me, are you?’ (There’s an unspoken ‘again’ in that sentence) She laughs as I exclaim, ‘but I can’t believe the years have gone by so quickly!’. The years are moving at a snail’s pace to her. Yet, when I think back, I realise how far we have come. Her bedroom reflects the progression; from Dora stickers, through to High School Musical posters and now a homage to One Direction.
We’ve done ballet classes, Hip-Hop, Drama, French and tennis. Joint hand-writing has been mastered and fractions conquered. No longer, the huge birthday parties filled with Barbie dolls and face painting. Now it’s nail polish, vouchers, cinema trips and uggs.
The wardrobe that was once a palette of pink is now a tween’s delight of Hollister hoodies. Friends have been made; friendships have been broken; knees have been scraped; tears have been shed. We’ve been through the joyful innocence of First Holy Communion and the self-conscious celebration of Confirmation. It’s time to move on.
I know I will be so proud of her as she graduates from this stage of life. I know I will be excited to see what the next stage will bring. I know too that I will leave the mascara at home, will have tissues aplenty and will cry silent tears as her childhood comes to an end. My little girl is growing up.
My daughter is in turn both amused and appalled by my prediction of tears. Her eyes have rolled in dismay ‘you’re not going to embarrass me, are you?’ (There’s an unspoken ‘again’ in that sentence) She laughs as I exclaim, ‘but I can’t believe the years have gone by so quickly!’. The years are moving at a snail’s pace to her. Yet, when I think back, I realise how far we have come. Her bedroom reflects the progression; from Dora stickers, through to High School Musical posters and now a homage to One Direction.
We’ve done ballet classes, Hip-Hop, Drama, French and tennis. Joint hand-writing has been mastered and fractions conquered. No longer, the huge birthday parties filled with Barbie dolls and face painting. Now it’s nail polish, vouchers, cinema trips and uggs.
The wardrobe that was once a palette of pink is now a tween’s delight of Hollister hoodies. Friends have been made; friendships have been broken; knees have been scraped; tears have been shed. We’ve been through the joyful innocence of First Holy Communion and the self-conscious celebration of Confirmation. It’s time to move on.
I know I will be so proud of her as she graduates from this stage of life. I know I will be excited to see what the next stage will bring. I know too that I will leave the mascara at home, will have tissues aplenty and will cry silent tears as her childhood comes to an end. My little girl is growing up.
