This
face every morning and more than once before finally falling asleep,
recognized from each angle and by every smile or frown is enough I
could live with for eternity. Starved for a hug? There she is running
frantically towards me. Does she love
being around messy crazy playground? You bet! Is she in love with her cousins? Like always. So will she enjoy the transition from a smooth slide onto a steeper surface? Reception class in a primary school welcoming her curious heart, mind and pockets full of Kinder Surprise toys this September? Not that it won't happen again in the future, not that new beginnings won't occur quicker than I remember to jot them down but this thing called life seems to be in a terrible hurry making me more alert with each moment. To protect her from everything is impossible and I'll learn along the way how to let her stay confident and happy while facing the challenges that she is sure to come across in her life. The sense of stability and familiarity will mean something new yet talked about and it seems like it's me again kind of scared, kind of thrilled because I can't make up my mind. For new friendships and discoveries, hysterical moments of achieving things that were completely outside her zone for a long time like learning to write names of everyone in our family. I'm so full of soft worry because of variety of things she'll need to find solutions to on her very own. Or with a helping hand or advice from others. That puts me at ease... for now.
Nadia wasn't offered the school we preferred as apparently it was outside our catchment area and a little too far from where we live so the search for a placement continues. Equipped with a list of recommendations and Ofsted reports I am pleased to tell you we have visited (and put Nadia's name down) a school that I don't think it's ever possible a child wouldn't like. Only a year old and schooling about 70 pupils in total (but quickly expanding) got our hearts racing with excitement for what could lie ahead within walls that tell a story just about everything. Nadia loved the vibe, colourful rooms of so many things going on at the same time however this was not a school her cousin Chase has been attending. This is why she hasn't talked much but told me later she would look forward to visiting it next time. I couldn't feel happier. Will it be the time of collecting her navy blue uniform? I refuse to think otherwise.
I haven't exhausted the topic, will I ever? Coming from here, saying a little bit there makes this journey through familiar and unknown a neverending battle of soul. I'm going to allow Nadia to grow in strength with my support, encouragement and anticipation. But there's a point to this story: you'll never remember days spent in a blissful haze nor you will remember the nights that you had full night of sleep. Instead your heart will take notes of life less organized and predictable but complete with all sizes and variations of fun, creativity, kisses upon kisses the minute you want them. x
I haven't exhausted the topic, will I ever? Coming from here, saying a little bit there makes this journey through familiar and unknown a neverending battle of soul. I'm going to allow Nadia to grow in strength with my support, encouragement and anticipation. But there's a point to this story: you'll never remember days spent in a blissful haze nor you will remember the nights that you had full night of sleep. Instead your heart will take notes of life less organized and predictable but complete with all sizes and variations of fun, creativity, kisses upon kisses the minute you want them. x
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