BB got her school place over the Easter holidays, come September she is supposed to join her brother and sister Monday to Friday under the care of another woman.
This was supposed to be my Utopia, but since the letter arrived the world has felt a wee bit grayer.
I’m simply not ready.
Whereas my smallest seems positively eager to go.
I have considered delaying her start, doing half days, for a brief moment I considered home education (then I sobered up and looked in the mirror).
I am not ready for my baby to grow up.
Three is a magical age, BB spends her days clipping around in high heels, she wears party dresses to pre school. Often I find her knee deep in my Bobbi Brown. I can’t imagine popping her in uniform yet, stripping out the originality of her unique dress sense.
When she is not mid or pre tantrum she is the best sidekick in the world. Her giggle is the sound of happiness personified, her imagination knows no bounds. One minute we are mimicking Elsa and Anna, and the next we are aboard a spaceship powered by Frogs heading to Mars. Last night she would only go to sleep if we called her Goldilocks, tonight she seems to be already in my bed.
She wakes in the morning and asks for me, she strokes my cheek and tells me I am the most beautiful mum in the world.
As I said – her imagination knows no bounds.
She dreams about school, I wonder who I will chat to in the day.
She stares at books trying to learn to read, I cling on the bedtime story time, hugging her in my arms.
She wants to fly. I don’t want to clip her wings but would it be so bad to delay her start? To have a few more months of mischief together before education starts to soak up her hours?
Were you ready for your baby to go to school?