She was very excited, waving to her new friends as she walked through the gate. She gave out hugs to some of "her people". I love that she loves going to preschool, yet I'm also a little upset that I don't get the "Mumma I want you" and her clinging to my leg. She is so different to her big sister Popette, who was very clingy and cried when we would drop her off at daycare.
Cherub has become our little extrovert and will quite happily approach kids she doesn't know in the hope they will play with her. It saddens me (just a little) to see my youngest grow up in front of me and that she wants to be little Miss Independent.
I know I have to let her go and grow, but at the same time, I just want her to stay small and need her Mumma.
Popette who returned to school last Wednesday is now in Year 1. At first she was in a composite class with Yr 2, I was a little worried to begin with. Then thought it would push her and be a good thing. Unfortunately, due to low numbers, all the Year 1's have been re-shuffled around and she is now been placed in a Year 1 only class. I was a little disappointed for her as I liked the teacher as did she.
Popette was a little unsettled last night not getting to sleep until after 10pm, which I think was due to the changes. Today dropping her off to school she came in for a second hug, hugging me that little bit tighter as she needed me so many years ago when we dropped her off at daycare. Popette is definitely the introvert out of the two girls (taking after me), and at the same time she's a sweet, loving, smarty pants of a little girl who just wants to be included. I'm really hoping she finds "her people" at school this year, and becomes more confident with her self.
I feel as though I didn't do enough with her (for her) when she was younger, and worry about her. But I guess the life of a parent is forever worrying that the decisions you make are the right ones and hope they will only affect your little ones positively.
Knowing we won't have any more children, I find it hard seeing my girls grow up (too quickly) and in letting them go to make their own decisions, mistakes, choices.