It seems only yesterday that LP was a little cautious preschooler, one that would hold my hand to climb onto the smallest of things and would need me to hold her hands she went down slides or be there as she climbed ladders up onto play equipment.
I wrote over the summer how she had suddenly become brave. How she had seemed so much bigger since she started preschool the September before and how she was suddenly a proper little girl with nothing babyish about her any longer.
But now, a few months on and now at school and LP is a completely different child. She wants to do things all by herself, she wants to be grown up, have independence and make her own choices. She wants to be big.
But I’ve realised over the last few weeks that LP is big. She’s getting bigger by the day, learning so much and turning into a big little girl – one I can have conversations with, one that will run head first into adventures and one that will climb to the highest point she can – because she’s big.
The days may be long but the years are short and I see LP growing almost before my eyes. I love watching her learn to do something new and seeing the glee in her eyes when she achieves something is one of the best things about being a parent. I am so proud of the little lady she is becoming.