The expectation of what is ahead. Other than Lil G’s 4th birthday surprise trip to DisneyLand Paris in June (which he isn’t aware of), the main event in the diary or should I say events in the diary are…
a) the day we find out if we get our first choice of primary school and
b) Lil G’s first day at Big Boy school
Yes that’s right, Big Boy School. Have we really come this far? Are we really approaching the 16th April? It doesn’t feel like two minutes ago when I pressed submit on the actual application. Time really is flying by.
I fear I will not be sleeping the night of the 15th April. Will we get our first choice? Will those few yards out of catchment area really stand between us and the School we so desire for Lil G to begin his educational journey? The School which Lil G’s friends currently attend. Where his friends from Kindergarten will be attending as they are in catchment.
Our first choice is a Primary School which focusses on 4-7 year olds. I love that. It’s small. Quaint. A gorgeous old building. Focussing on the little people. It just feels right. Despite being a small School I can only imagine how big it will seem to my little baby. And so the countdown begins.
Over the last few days it has been hard not to notice just how much this little fella is growing up. He’s nearly 4. Where has my baby gone? Mr Independent. Mr Fashionista. Mr Cool. Mr Grumpy Pants. Mr Oh So Cute. Mr I’m a Big Boy. Mr I Am Not Little. We could make a new set of Mr Men Books. Our surname is Hargreaves after all!
This little fella, our soon to be 4-year-old is growing up. And fast. We simply cannot ignore it. Right before our eyes he’s changing, almost daily I stop and think, where has the time gone? I absolutely do love what this age brings, perhaps not the tantrums but most definitely his growing independence and love for learning. We are there to help and support him but it’s quite apparent of late that he is enjoying being more independent. Despite putting his trousers on back to front!
He is learning so much, growing into a Big Boy with his own thoughts, his own strong-willed thoughts. There is something quite magical about raising a child, I find myself looking at him thinking we made you. We made this gorgeous little boy. Who is no longer my toddler. He is nearly 4 years old. Eek.
For now I am going to hold on to this little fella, so tight. Stay 3 years old for just a little bit longer… Please.
Does anyone have a time machine? Seriously. I am not quite ready for Big Boy School and if I am honest I am not sure he is. I could be wrong. Mr H thinks that I am. Lil G falls in to the late summer births you see. It is something which has played on my mind since he was born. When Lil G attends School he will not only be extremely petite and small in comparison to his class mates (due to being born premature) but one of the youngest. When I say petite he really is. He is still in size 2-3 years clothes. He is nearly 4. Mr H sees the positive and tells me that he remains my baby for longer, on the other hand it really does worry me. Fact. I still wake up wondering will this affect him? Will he notice a difference? Will we? Will his teachers? Will he bullied? Will he be able to handle himself? Stand up to some of the bigger boys and girls? Oh the worry.
Are you waiting on a decision for a Primary School?