This morning O is off to her new playgroup for her taster session. The bags are packed, her clothes are labelled, she’s excited and I’m feeling sad.
For the past year she’s gone to a wonderful childminder for 2 days a week whilst we’ve been working but our childminder had changed job so today is a totally new experience for us all.
I’ve been very excited for O about going to playgroup but now we’re finally at D Day it’s starting to sink in that she’s growing up.
Watching your children growing up is an incredibly emotional experience. Never before in life have I been so aware of the passage of time. All our Mummy and Daddy friends are also finding it hard to accept at times, every day our babies are a little bit older.
Every new thing they learn to do; smiling, rolling over, crawling, first steps, first words etc. is so exciting but marks important landmarks in a one way journey. Time sucks.
It’s also worth sharing that O is only at Playgroup for an hour and a half today. It’s not that length of time that she’s there that hurts though, it’s what this symbolises. Our little girl’s not quite as little as she was yesterday 😦