My eldest Little Lady E started school in September. This journey as any parent of a school age child knows started almost a whole year before, when at 3 years old she seemed too little to even contemplate school 5 days a week. Yet as parents we are supposed to be able to choose a school for them, for a person they have not yet become, to start their learning journey.
I have had THE best day. I am sat here now rather emotional about my Little Lady having an operation tomorrow. Trying anything and everything to distract myself. She is having a tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy and grommets, a routine surgery that I am sure happens every day all around the country. She will be in the hands of one of the best ENT surgeons in the country. Yet to me, she is my Little Lady, my baby, even at 5 years old and truth be told. I don’t want her to be in the hands of anyone else. Alas I know she will be better for it and I will certainly be there until she closes her eyes and again as soon as she opens them. I am here for her always.
Today has been one of those days. Those days that you go into fully expecting to be nothing other than Mum. Where you are happy to be that and nothing else, to be solely there for your child. E had her operation scheduled. At 7.30am we bundled a very hungry 5 year old up to the hospital leaving R with Grandma.