I took a week off blogging because my little girl turned six last Friday. I look at her now and wonder how did my baby suddenly turn into a “proper” little girl. She suddenly looks, talks and acts a bit different now. The “baby” is gone. She’s lost her baby fat, can explain herself too darn-well, it’s amazing how much she’s grown. I want to cry out “Oh do slow down a bit, I’m afraid mummy doesn’t really want you to grow-up too fast. You may be ready, I’m not“. Sob, sob.
I have a video of her barely two-years-old, she’s running towards me in the headland and stops and says “Mummy run! Mummy run!” She gets frustrated because I wouldn’t run and was too busy filming her. If I could just freeze or go back to that day, that perfect summer day, when it was warm enough for her to wear a cute summer dress and hat and she was absolutely beautiful, my little baby.
Now at six, she suddenly looks all grown-up. I keep asking myself, how did that happen? I spent the week doing absolutely nothing and everything with her. We had some close friends visit early in the week too and had a lovely time with them on the beach.
There were talks of a beach party for her and her friend (whose birthday was six days before hers) but the Cornish weather didn’t allow it and so we opted for a spontaneous “camping birthday” instead and only invited a few of her closest friends.
On the day itself though, even as my husband and I pitched our tents on our garden and in spite glaring and shaking our fists at the sky “declaring war” if it decided to pour, sods law, it did rain as her little guests started arriving. What was supposed to be a barbecue ended up a “grilled-dinner” inside our home. In spite the wet weather, and giggling girls (and one boy), we all managed to get some sleep in our tents.
After breakfast, the next day we sang little T “Happy Birthday” and had birthday. The sun then decided to grace us, so I took the water-slide out and assembled it in our lawn and all the kids had fun sliding down before calling it a day.
Little T opened presents from family when her guests were gone and before we knew it, it was time to get ready to go and see Mary Poppins at Plymouth.
If you haven’t seen it and have little ones, go grab some tickets! We were thoroughly entertained, the cast, the costumes, the choreography was just absolutely amazing.
My daughter is now six. I still can’t believe it. She and I have this ritual after saying goodnight and exchanging “I love yous”, I say “On the day you were born, and T likes to end it with “It was the happiest day of your life”. It’s certainly true. And I want to say to her, everyday with her is a happy one. And as author Suzanne Finnamore once said …
You are the closest I will ever come to magic.
Here’s a little video I decided to mark her “growing-up” years.
Do you also feel that time is happening way too fast and you just want it to slow down?