On Saturday night I put a very tired and emotional 3-year-old to bed. She was teary so I asked her what she was upset about – I mean it was the night before her birthday! The only thing she should have been sad about was the fact that she had to STILL wait a few hours until it was the big day. She said she didn’t want to tell me, but after a few more cuddles and chats, she told me that she was nerfous about everyone singing happy birthday to her the next day. She didn’t want everyone looking at her. We talked it out and decided that we wouldn’t sing, if she didn’t want to, and she summoned up “no Mum, it’s OK. I can do it all by my self-es.”
This girl. Man, this girl. I have written before that when she was born that she smelt of peaches. She did! Even my Mum agreed. She is a sweet heart. A kind girl who is funny and fiery and stubborn and smart and wonderful (usually all of these things within 12 seconds too). She’s trying to work out so much at the moment, getting frustrated at where she wants to be, and go, and what holds her back – mentally, physically and emotionally. She’s caught between the toddler that she was and the big girl she desperately wants to be. It’s HARD being 4 sometimes, I remember it with Daise, but if anyone can work it out. It’s this girl. This beautiful girl of ours.
We got to the cake bit yesterday and she was fine. No problems at all. And all by her self-es. I hope she is always able to tackle everything that life throws her way in the same way. Happy Birthday Harper. We all love you. So much x