I am a mother. I have been a mother for 12 years. I have two beautiful daughters. I love watching my girls grow into beautiful, independent young girls. I've loved every stage of their development and have not been a mother who mourns the passing of each stage, but greets them with open arms for the excitement and joy they bring.
Giving away the high chair? Absolutely fine with that. No more cleaning all those incredibly difficult little corners and crevices with mashed banana and icky, sticky bits. Progressed to the fun of sitting up at the table, like a big girl.
Finishing with the baby capsule, and then the pram? Yes, that was okay. I loved watching the joy on their faces as they ran and jumped and skipped and twirled, and were free from being strapped in and restrained.
Going off to kinder for the first time? Teary? Not me. My girls were so excited about going out into this new world to be amongst other children and to learn and grow ... how could I not love this time too? I knew they would paint with their fingers, and mould with Playdoh and dig in the sandpit and laugh and sing. How could I be sad when they were so happy?
Kinder to School? Again excitement bubbling out of them for the uniform, the shiny black shoes and white socks, the stationery, the bright coloured lunch box, for the friends, for a new teacher. All fabulous, all part of the plan. All good.
Have a lovely weekend.