In September Little Missy started to go to playgroup / pre-school 2 mornings a week. She was delighted, she could get dropped off and picked up again, just like her big sister. I thought oooohh, time for some crafting and my little brain notched up endless projects for me to get busy with.
And I have kept busy....
... but I keep looking for her, ...the house is so quiet, ...it seems too soon for her to have left the nest. I miss her. And I watch the clock until I can go and get her again.
Don't get me wrong, I quite like the free time and I've managed to get a lot done. But it feels like such a huge step forward in letting her grow up, and be her own self, without me. I miss her.
What the heck am I going to do when she starts school?
But she loves it, and is full of tales of what she's been doing, and her new friends, and she can dress up and dance all morning. And she's happy. And the smile on her face when I pick her up is enormous - that's the best bit. x