Dear Alice…Now You’re Seven!!

To My Beautiful Alice,

Today you’re seven years old and I know I say it every year, but how has another year gone by. As I look at you now, with your big beautiful eyes, your gorgeous hair and those adult teeth, where your baby teeth once were. I wonder how we got here so fast and how you’ve become the most beautiful girl who I love more than words can say.

Seven years ago you made me a Mummy and we haven’t looked back since. You’re the one that every day I’m learning what to do, every new phase we enter I’m wondering if I’m doing it right, and if I’m letting you down. But every time I have a doubt in my mind, you step up and show me that we’re doing ok.

This last year I’ve found the hardest as your Mummy. Year two at school felt like such a big year, and whilst I don’t agree with the SATS, I knew you had to take them. I worried every step of the way, that I had let you down and had we done enough at home to get you where you needed to be. With your time at the infants coming to an end, I felt this responsibility to get you to the best position ready to tackle the juniors. I felt the time slipping away where you’re with an incredible teacher, who knows you so well and I wanted you to make the most of that time with her.

And as we said goodbye to year two and the infant school, I couldn’t have been prouder of you and what you’ve achieved. You amaze me with your desire to learn, always wanting to learn new facts about everything we see and do.

As we take you on day trips, you’re always full of questions, desperate to learn about where we are and your surroundings.

You’re such a happy girl, and you’re always keen to be with your friends and to make new friends wherever we go. At the end of the school day you will always tell me not just about you, but your friends too. You’re a kind girl, with a big heart and there is room for everyone.

In the playground parents will often comment to me about what a lovely girl you are, so polite and kind. When I pick you up from a playdate or a party, they always tell me what a lovely polite girl you are and I burst with pride.

You do have a temper on you, that we don’t see that often and you save it just for us. Which of course is the way we would want it, but it doesn’t make it easy when you’re on one. All your angry gets directed at me and I often feel like I don’t handle it the right way. I’m never the one that can calm you down, that is daddy’s role. But, you’re also the most affectionate little girl, telling me you love me at least 50 times a day. Giving me random hugs throughout the day and at those times, there is never any doubt in my mind how much you love me. Maybe you take your anger out on me, because you know that I will forgive you and because of the love you have for me. I promise that I will always forgive you.

As I sit here now writing this letter, I have a lump in my throat when I think about you turning seven. Knowing that in three short weeks I will be walking you to the junior school and no longer the infant school. Wondering where that 4, 5 and 6 year old went.

We’ve had another amazing year together, and been on so many adventures. Always with a smile on your face, your backpack on your back, filed with a book, a notebook and a teddy and with your hand in mine.

You continue to be the best sister Holly could ask for. You’re an amazing big sister and one of the things I’m most proud of you for. You look after her, always let her join in with you and your friends and you two have the best time together. I’ll always remember the way you aways save Holly until last when saying goodnight, and giving her the biggest cuddle. Shouting ‘can’t wait to see you tomorrow’ as she leaves your room.

Let’s remember the year you were six and say hello to the year you’re seven. As we prepare for our next adventure!

Enjoy being seven my gorgeous girl, I know you’ve been waiting along time for it to arrive. But today its finally here and you join your friends in the seven club.

Love you always

Mummy

xxxxxx

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