Keely was ready to put her new school uniform on. She had eaten her porriage and was waiting for me to help her. Off we went into my room. Keely took her dress off the hanger. She laid her dress out on the bed. (This is what she does to make it easier to put dresses on and tops). I looked at Keely, tears welling up in my eyes. I told her that mummy was just about to cry. I explained to her that I was not upset. I was very proud of her and the tears will be happy tears, or were happy tears.
Oh yes I bawled my eyes out. While wearing the biggest grin on my face. Seriously how could one not be proud? Check out those perfect plaits, with matching school colour ribbons, and that big floppy hat on her head. But most of all look how proud and chuffed Keely was. That is what matters.
I stood there in the morning staring at her new lunch box. I gulped at the thought of packing her lunch for the day. We are talking about packing a lunch for a child that does not eat fruit. I did manage to pack her a healthy lunch. It was nice to open the lunch box at the end of the day to find the smeared yoghurt that had escaped out of the empty packet and not a crumb to be found. Yesterday I officially became the school mum. I am going to become an expert lunch packer-er!