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Happy girl

Today  I have been very happy but something has made me very ,very   very happy .At school  me and my best friend holly where split up into different  classes but my mummy spoke to my head-teacher and she said only I could move class😅 I’m so so so so so so so so so,so so so so happy!    

Immeasurable You

I watch you, my darling daughter, where day ends and night begins, your eyes closing against the darkness.  I see and feel all of you.  Your character, your spirit. Your fury and sarcasm. How your eyes flash when you’re cross. (Your aunties say you get that from me). The way you diffuse tricky situations with a joke or a kind gesture. You don’t like to see people in turmoil. You would rather give up something you love just to see them smile again. Your empathy is huge; bigger than your age. Your tears over homeless people and your desire to help them is something I will not ever forget. Your energy is boundless, your enthusiasm infectious. I watch you cartwheel and skate and climb. Over grass and pebbles; up trees. No limits. This is how I see you – without limits. I know you will love all your life. I know you will not settle until you have fought for change. I know you will forever be kind. Sarcastic and irritating and full of temper …

Dear Jasmine, Birthday Seven

Dear Jasmine In this moment, seven years ago, you were not quite born.  Almost, but not quite.  You arrived at 10:51 on an ice-cold Wednesday morning, your cheeks pink and your cries indignant.  I remember that day as if it were yesterday.  Daddy sang to you and showed you the slate-grey World from the delivery room window.  our sweet young midwife, Esther, made us tea and toast and ran me a bath.  She dressed you too, in your first outfit.  You slept every moment of that day.  I was supposed to feed you but you refused to wake long enough to oblige.  When our visitors had all left and Daddy had gone home to sleep, you woke and cried and we stayed awake all night, on and off.  Early the next morning, Daddy texted to see if we wanted anything before he came to see us.  We didn’t; he was enough. I’m not sure who stole the time between that day and this, but they left behind a beautiful young lady.  An animal-mad adrenaline junkie with a …

Talking to Miss J

Timehop told me this morning that it is three years since I interviewed my daughter.  At three, her answers were cute and I was curious to see how different they would be at six.  Here are the questions I asked Miss J, followed by her previous answers and what she said today: What is your name? 2012: Jasmine Today: Jasmine Ellis How old are you? 2012: Three Today: I am six Who is your best friend? 2012: Lexi Today: Christa and Ella P.F. and Ella C. Why? 2012: Because I love her Today: Because I’ve known them for a long time and I like that when I don’t have anybody to play with, they look after me What is your favourite animal? 2012: Frogs Today: Monkey Why? 2012: Because they jump into the water Today: Because I like the way they swing and I think about monkeys when I am climbing and it stops me being scared and helps me to climb higher What is your favourite thing to do? 2012: Caterpillars Today: Climb Why? …

The Joy of Six

It occurred to me the other day that I hadn’t written about the children much recently.  Not properly, not in the way I set out to when I started this blog.  In December, my beautiful daughter turned six.  Six!  It sounds so old.  In some ways, she hasn’t changed much since five, or four.  In other ways, she is very much six, possibly seven, perhaps eight. Age is a strange thing. Since birthday six, my baby seems less like a baby than ever before.  You may expect this to be true, but it surprises me every time it happens.  It just does not seem that long since the day we brought home our little pink bundle with the black hair and skinny legs.  I don’t know where the time has gone.  Of course, I also cannot remember life before her existence.  Time, too, is a strange thing. At the age of six years, two and a bit months, Miss J has lost three baby teeth.  Only the most recent of these departures has left a discernible gap. …