When buying baby wipes and dummies is a thing of a past, you know your baby is growing up.
We’ve said goodbye to Barney
, thank goodness, and now we dance to Disney Princess soundtracks. I no longer buy baby wipes and dummies are a distant memory.
It’s happening. That once-tiny baby has grown up. We’ve moved on from the occasional vocal mumblings, to full sentences and using words like "reinstated" and not fumbling over "pterodactyl". Every piece of paper is used to practice handwriting every day there's something new to learn at school.
Sooner than I can handle, she’ll be defeating me in mathematics (to be honest, it’s not hard…) and challenging me to new adventures in homework.
Her dreams have grown too. Whilst she still wants to be a princess, she has a slightly more serious notion of what she'd would like to do with her life. She thinks she'd like to be a 'police girl', and protect people from bad things. She wants to help people who need it. She's are aware of what I do for a living now, and has decided that perhaps she'd like to "write stories" too.
Very soon she’ll be entering Grade One, the place where she will begin to learn who she wants to be. I loathed most of my time in school. I loved the learning, but grew a fond distaste for the social unfairness that occurs in later high school years.
As she stands on the edge between babyhood and childhood, I smile with pride. She's done so well in her formative years, even when I have thought – as every parent does – that I had failed her. She's done so well in setting foundations as a little person, and now she will go on to become the big person we both dream of.How do you feel about your 'baby' growing up?Disclaimer: The views of columnists published on Parent24 are their own and therefore do not necessarily represent the views of Parent24.