For just four sweet, short years, you are mine.
I watch you grow from the tiny baby they placed into my arms into a beautiful, kind, caring little girl. A little girl who is sociable, polite and ready to go to school.
In six months, you will be leaving me every day, skipping off with your new friends without a second thought. I will carry on, enjoying precious time with your sister. But every moment, I will be thinking of you.
But for now, you are here. We are all together making memories, enjoying every minute.
In years to come, you will look back and remember these beautiful times. You will remember riding your bike around the block. Just you, me and the dog. Chatting, laughing and gaining confidence with every turn of the pedals.
You’ll chat to your children about the games you played with your sister, and the time she tried to scoop up some sand on the beach and fell flat on her face.
Those four incredible years as a family will be filled with laughter, joy and new experiences. Times we shared as a family before you started the gradual process of becoming independent and treading your own, wonderful path in life.
This week, I took some time off work. I had so much to do. A blog to work on, a carpet to fit, a fence to mend, clothes to wash, shopping to do.
But I looked at your hopeful eyes and I knew. Everything else could wait. This week was for you.
So we embarked on an adventure. We explored ancient oceans, searched for fossils and gazed at beautiful sea creatures.
We met up with old friends and learned about science. You made new friends in the playground and built castles with huge Lego bricks. You shared the excitement of mysteries and magic with your sister.
And we had a day in your favourite place in the world, Drayton Manor Park. Old friends of ours became new friends of yours. You laughed, played and showed them around.
You were confident with your new friends yet kind and considerate to your sister. That that gorgeous grin never left your face, even when the rides closed and it was time to go home. We were so proud of you, we always are.
Every day, you change my whole outlook on life. Valentines day has passed without event again this year. I waited with the usual anticipation and sighed when the exciting delivery was for the dog.
And my thoughts turned to mother’s day. I yearned for a spa day, perhaps breakfast in bed and a meal in a Michelin star restaurant.
Until I realised that we could spend mother’s day as a family at Drayton Manor. A lovely dinner all together, an overnight stay in a gorgeous hotel and a day watching you and your sister laughing, playing and having the time of your lives.
Those four years before school are so short and they are almost over. So for now, the spa day can wait. So can the carpet, the pristine house, the new clothes and even the washing.
Childhood isn’t about the superficial things, it’s about love, joy and laughter. And perhaps a little engine named Thomas.
Please note, we are blogger ambassadors for Drayton Manor but words, opinions, messy homes, ragged clothes and carpets that may eventually rot before I get around to laying them are all my own.