I’m not sure where the last eight years have gone, I’m really not. Miss A has been reminding us that her birthday is this weekend for quite a little while now. She is very excited about her 8th birthday because it means that day will have arrived that she can have her ears pierced! I have learnt a big lesson over the years never to give an exact age for something to be available to Miss A because she doesn’t forget!
She had her first party with nursery friends on her third birthday, and I remember her being so excited before we went. Her fourth birthday was spent at Peppa Pig World, as was her fifth. The sixth was the biggest party with her school friends, and that was a very hectic couple of hours. Her seventh was a special birthday where we surprised her with a holiday to DisneyWorld.
We’ve packed a lot into Miss A’s eight years on this planet, most of it have thankfully been good memories. We’ve been touched by sadness, but Miss A has come out the other side so far a well grounded little girl. She’s polite (95% of the time), and always to other people, the 5% is reserved for me and her Dad. A bright individual who Hubby and I are very proud of. She makes me laugh every single day, and is always asking for cuddles which I hope doesn’t disappear for a few years yet.
Am I ready to be the parent of an eight year old? I suspect it’s going to be easier than being the parent of a nine year old, but perhaps not quite as easy as being the parent of a seven year old has been.
Bring on the Birthday celebrations.