DD finished up in playgroup on Wednesday.
On tuesday they sent us home with a fantastic folder full of things that she has done, a couple of pictures and wee notes of funny things she had said.
You would think I would be over the moon with this, instead I took one look at the first picture of her and was in floods throughout the book and at the drop of a hat throughout the evening.
It was a pic of her looking so young and innocent. Clinging onto a toy microphone, drawing. She was looking so wary and, obviously, clinging onto the microphone incase any of the others tried to take it.
It was just so heartwrenching to think of her when she first went in. Nervous of going, of the other children and of the play leaders and look at her now.
Raring around like the others fighting her battles with the best of them.
I managed well to pop her in the next morning, her last. But met someone outside and the next thing I know I am off, crying, again!
I cried a lot during the morning and thanked my stars when DS took a snooze and I could take the excuse to call a friend to collect DD from playgroup cos I knew I could not face it.
I know, I am being ridiculous aren't I?
DH says I am being oversensitive. I should look forward to her growing up, not mourn over the fact that she is not my baby girl anymore.
I am, I do look forward. But I will still miss her being my little girl. Now she will be so much more grown up.
It all starts here.
Before I know it she will be a gangly youf'