There was snow on this mountains this morning. A powdered sugar coated vista. Freezing rain and cold winds in the morning but the sun came out after lunch and we wrapped up and headed to the park. She is loving the winter weather – purely for being able to bring out her hats and puffy waistcoat and her new thermal boots. The fire burns at night and the house is snug. We are drinking hot chocolate and eating hot breakfasts. Madams winter weight, wool blanket inner quilt needs binding and putting on her bed.
The holiday from preschool is rolling along and we are enjoying time to play, craft and see friends. Suddenly we have entered the world of playdates without parents. She doesn’t need me hanging about. In fact, as soon as she’s in the door and away her only parting comment is along the lines of ‘please go now mama, come back later’. In one case I have to firmly justify my staying with a firm ‘but I want to see my friend – ‘x’s mummy. ‘Oh, okay, I suppose thats fine’ she replies. Nice. Thanks honey.
But really, it is wonderful. Somehow, I’m not entirely sure how, I’ve created an individual who doesn’t need me 24/7. She is her own person. Its simultaneously amazing and empowering ad terrifying at the same time. I guess I just thought it would take longer, you know. A few more years may be.