*A little bit later than planned… but here it is.
Dear Little Button
Are you sure you’re meant to be going into year 2? You’re sure, sure? Because how is it possible that you’ve grown so quickly in what feels like the shortest space of time? Surely you can’t be going into the last year of infants just yet?
But you are.
And you’re more than ready. You have been for quite a while.
This summer you offer me the briefest flash of your playgroup self when we catch not a single crab on our first go at crabbing! A crinkled face of utter disappointment that I want to kiss better. But no kisses are needed. With a flick of your hair you’re composed in an instant. Reasoning that actually- maybe the crabs aren’t hungry anymore? We’ll just try again another day.
I see a glimpse of your reception year self – running along the beach. Beach hair streaming and matted with not a care in the world. You turn showing me your impish wide grin. Running in one direction and looking in the other! I smile back, hiding my ekkk face. Trying not to yell ‘look where you’re going?!!!’ Trying not to break that carefree summer spell.
The morning of being a flower girl for your treasured ‘uncle Button’ in mid-August shows me your year 1 self. Meticulously checking your dress in the mirror. Wanting to do things absolutely perfectly. Not completely satisfied until everything is just so. Nervous excitement escapes as you chatterbox your way all the way to the church. Your year 1 uncertainty showing as the big girls take your hand for your bridesmaid duties.
But then I see you. We all do. And there’s a little ‘awww’ sound. Confidently walking up the church aisle and stepping beautifully in time with the music. Composed, beaming and ready for for anything. Your year 2 self. Whether you know it or not.
You are ready.
And we are so incredibly proud of you.
whilst your tummy might be doing fizzy dizzy reception year flip flops the night before your big day back to school (a bit like mine). And the must do it perfect year 1 habit kicking in this morning (as it does from time to time – we’ll work on that). We know that those are just ever so fleeting moments that will melt away as soon as you walk through the school gates.
I say walk… but I know you’ll be running (hopefully looking in the same direction you’re going in!). Dashing in to see your beloved teacher who’s moving up from year 1 to year 2 with you. And keen to see all your little friends after the holidays.
So I suppose all that’s left to say is…..
Good-bye year 1 Little Button. Hello year 2 (not so little anymore) Little Button. Xx