Just three short years ago, our little Lollipop was pooping in her nappy at the airport as she farewelled her cousins (“Mia ‘n Emmaaaaaa! Where they be?”) and using Scrapsy to “make my better”. You’ll be relieved that smell-o-vision is not an invention – I still remember the sting of my nostrils as we walked back to the car to change her. Wafting a scent worthy of Pepe le Pew behind us.
|Un smelle vous finay!|
Now the LGBB is a confident, excited, enthusiastic and friendly five and a half year-old ready to blow their socks off this year in Prep. She’ll be there tomorrow, white socks neatly pulled up, plonking along in school shoes a tad too large and trying to avoid head lice (yeah, right…. wish us luck with that!). And I daresay I’ll do similar to what Marg Simpson does with all the other parents as they forlornly wave off their children to camp until the kids are out of sight – then I’ll do a big air-jump “WOOP!” and high-five some other parent next to me. Because let’s face it: all things must end. And we have spent her entire life so far with each other. It’s time to branch out, for both our sakes.
But back then, the LGBB was still crafting the natural comedic timing that has become one of her signature traits. Oh how she makes my heart soar. Even if she still does stop me from singing in EXACTLY the same manner as she tries on in this video. This is one of my favourites. It is SO her at that age.
I am so excited for her. For me. Yet slightly worried, ready for whatever comes next.
Ahhh, boy, they were not wrong when they warned it would go faster than I could believe possible.
Enjoy your young’uns! Despite it all – everything that is hard and feels ennnnnndless… – I hope you do indeed stop. Sit back. And enjoy it. x