Crying

Crying. Such a sad emotion, something my children do at least once a day, the baby alot more! Today the oldest one, Mia, fell over three times on the way to nursery, so I picked her up and sent her back running again each time, each time she lay on the floor crying and waiting for her mummy to pick her up again.

This September she will start "big school". I am scared for her, and also excited for her, but sad that when she falls over in the playground my little girl will not be picked up by her mummy but by someone else, she is growing up so fast, and when I really let myself think about it I cry too.

Mia was born six weeks early and only weighed 3lbs 14oz. She took a long time to make a sound after she was born and we thought she had died, I spent 18 hours a day every day in the special care unit with her for three weeks willing her to survive, and teaching her to suck so she could put on weight and come home, so you see why it is very hard for me to let her go sometimes.

I have always been the one to pick her up when she falls, and now, as it should be, life moves on. She can now dress herself, brush her own teeth and do all the things a three year old should do and more, and it is a wonderful achievement each and every time for her, especially for me, watching the little girl I love with all my heart doing all this when I had thought she wouldn't make it at the beginning.

Until tomorrow,

Mrs S