Friday, 14 January 2011
No longer my little girl...?
I have suggested a watch - a traditional Timex that she has earned by the learning of telling the time - which she concurred is a good idea. As long as it has a pink strap. And as long as I still tell her when it's her bedtime.
A moment later she needed reassurance that her advancing age of seven is not actually too old for fairy bread at her birthday party.
That she has picked a cake depicting a cartoon ladybird from the Women's Weekly Birthday Cake book makes me yearn for a more innocent time.
She is sensitive - today she may be crying over the desire to have her ears pierced. Tomorrow the tears may revert to flowing over a much loved lost teddy.
Definitely not yet a pre-teen. But no longer my little girl either....
Tell me all this is normal? That what she is going through will smooth out? That I will cope with her growing up so fast?