My Girl.

I wrote this just before my daughter turned four. She is now four and a half and much is the same and much has changed.

The last few weeks it is almost as if it is the first time seeing you. My almost four year old girl. My big girl.

I hope you know I see you. Your gentleness and kindness. Your deep sighs of someone much older then nearly four. I see you. Your shyness, your confidence, your need for reassurance and your fierce independence. I see you. I see how reserved you are, how lovely and kind you can be. I see the way you keep it all in. I see you.

I will read to you and kiss you goodnight for as long as you want me to. I will make you your cup of tea in your favourite Winnie the pooh mug, I will make your snack, pack your lunch and make your breakfast just the way you like it.

In our moments of frustration and my moments of impatience you always ask me ‘are you my best friend mummy?’.

‘You’re my best friend mummy’. Is your new favourite thing to say. It is my favourite too.

In moments of silence you tell me you love me. In moments of craziness you tell me I’m doing a good job.

You are certainly my best friend and I love you so much. My girl.