Chapter Four.

I wrote this just around your 4th birthday and now you are almost five.

You are suddenly four. In the past few weeks it seems you have just grown. Suddenly you don’t need to hold my hands as tight. You don’t need to turn back and look for reassurance when I drop you off to nursery. There was a night we sang ‘zoom, zoom, zoom’ for the last time.

You have grown into your big sister role and yet the past few weeks you have crawled into my lap and wanted to be rocked to sleep. You have wanted to rest your head on my shoulder as I carry you to bed. There has been baby talk and there has been these big beautiful sentences. There have been moments of frustration and happiness.

I will carry you to bed for as long as you need and we will sing ‘zoom, zoom, zoom’ at your request.

‘You’re my biggest, best friend mummy’. Me too darling, me too.

Happy 4th Birthday.