Dear Moogle (Although you tell me not to call you that any more!) Firstly, sorry that this post is a day late but I figured that celebrating your birthday took precedence over writing about it.
I really can’t believe that it’s been a year since I wrote your 5th birthday post. In some ways, you have changed so much since then and in others, you’ve barely changed at all.
You’re doing really well in school at the moment. Your teachers all say you’re lovely and polite. Your reading has come on leaps and bounds recently. You’ve started reading proper chapter books. Soon you won’t need me or Daddy to read you stories. You’ll be able to do it all by yourself. While I love the fact that you’re learning to love reading as much as I do, it does make me a little said that you’re growing up so quickly.
It doesn’t matter how big you get, you’re always going to be my little baby. I love it that you still need your mummy sometimes, when you’ve hurt yourself. Or when putting on socks. I know from first hand experience that it’s not always nice being the “big sister”. Bug can be quite demanding and try to steal all my attention, but I try and always make some special time just for you.
Sometimes you can be a bit overdramatic ( I have no idea where you get that from) and I have been known to call you a wimp on occasion. You are also the clumsiest individual I’ve ever met! You are the only child I know who can fall over while standing completely still. I know I’m not always the most sympathetic person in the world, but I think it’s really important for you to learn to dust yourself off and jump up again. The world will knock you down sometimes and I want you to be a little scrapper.
Having said that, I don’t think I’ve given you enough credit for what a tough little cookie you can be. The past year has been incredibly hard on me, so I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you. You talk like a 30 year old, so I sometimes forget you’re only a little girl. And yet you handle difficult situations with hardly any fuss. There have been so many changes and upheavals in your life recently, and yet you’ve just moved with the times. Each time we have a knock, you just bounce back to your usual cheerful self.
You still love performing and you’re getting better every day. I’ve been fortunate to see you do so many shows this year – Joseph (where you were the star narrator), your dance show where I saw so much improvement from the last time. You’ll be moving up to the Junior group in September, which brings more excitement and new challenges. You’re already showing signs of being incredibly talented (I’m allowed to be biased – I’m your mother) and I’m really looking forward to watching you improve and gain confidence.
You are always making up stories, and I sometimes worry that you’re not entirely sure where the line between fantasy ends and reality begins. Sometimes, it can be really difficult to tell if you’re making stuff up which can be interesting. Especially on the day you told your teacher that you were leaving to go and live in Australia! And she believed you!
I’ve said it before and I’ll no doubt say it again but I really couldn’t be prouder of you. I know I’m far too impatient and I lose my temper much too quickly. We fight like cats and dogs and I’ve heard “You’re a meany mummy” more than once. But that’s ok. I know you love me. Just like you know I love you even when you’re being a tiny pain in the neck.
I have absolutely no doubt that I don’t tell you enough how wonderful you are. You are my incredibly special little girl. You’re a fabulous, patient big sister even when Bug clearly doesn’t deserve you. Even though you know how to press every one of my buttons and drive me crazy, I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You’re unique and I hope you always stay that way.
I can’t wait to see what adventures we have this year. We have so much to look forward to – theatre trips, a holiday, days out – and I’m excited about sharing every one of them with you.
Happy birthday Princess. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and a fabulous party.
Lots of love