Where did the time go?
Later today I’m off to pick up Miss 8 from school camp. It’s her first camp and she has been anticipating it’s arrival since she was in Prep… from the moment she saw Master 10 leave the school grounds on a bus the planning and preparation began. I could just about hear the whirring in her head as she dreamt about her turn, what she would do, what she would pack…. what colour torch… So you see yesterday has been a long time coming, 2 years in fact. For an impatient Miss 8 that’s a lot of waiting.My darling girl, like her Mum, is a people watcher. She takes in the scene lain out before her in minute detail… in airports she has started requesting soy hot chocolates… so she can carry a take away cup in one hand and wheel her carry on bag behind her in the other hand (complete with Prancer her stuffed horse wedged firmly between handles,) she has seen countless big girls do this in airports, and wants in. This has on occasion led to very uncool tantrums as she tries to get the right ratio of speed/bag pulling so as not to cause the pink carry on to tip sideways and ruin her cool.
When Master 10 was in kinder, at pick up, then Miss 3 would join in at mat time, play the game, listen to the story… put up her hand to answer questions. In 2 years time when she did start kinder with the same teachers, one of the teachers put her arm around me and said ‘She’s here! We’ve all been waiting such a long time for this day!’ And it was true, we all had been! She told those same teachers that when she grew up she wanted to be a chef… no, the head chef.. oh and drink wine, like Mummy! My green eyed pisces girl, with one eye on today, and one eye always on tomorrow. Miss 8 has started talking about when her and friends can train in to the city by themselves for the day… I don’t really want to think about it! She plans next years birthday party as she is saying goodbye and thanking friends for coming to the current one. She plans, revises, and plans again her first music festival adventures (which may happen, with parents in tow, in staff camping, when we help out a friend who has a wine stall) … and last week she asked me if we were going to have a Hottest 100 BBQ this year. For Christmas last year she asked Santa for a digital camera, the letter went like this ‘Dear Santa, can I please have a pink camera? I am going to camp next year in grade 2, and we are allowed to bring a camera!’
There has been an increase in the use of teen speak too… a lot of OMGing, and so randoms, and OMG that’s SO random… and totally… and like, totally OMG that’s so random… So, when I go to collect her, I will be ready… for what ever comes. It might be a hug so tight it takes my breath away. It might be a tired, over emotional I’m too cool, but hold my hand and let me squeeze yours tight Mum. It might be a shrill high pitched squeal of happiness, or an ‘OMG camp was so cool, and like totally random, wanna see my pics, look at that one LOL, OMG, totally random.’
Because that’s the thing with my darling girl, even with one green eye on tomorrow, she is still my baby, and as she reaches for the stars and yearns for her life not yet lived, she still wants the closeness of family, and her cream crochet baby blanket. And I will be there, watching, listening, nodding my head, and sometimes saying ‘Hey baby, OMG… did you just see that! Totally random hey?’
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sniff, snuffle, tear – i think our little girls are a lot alike – mine wants a video camera this year for birthday – and has been planning said birthday since january
Such a good blog
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that’s gorgeous!
no school camp for my miss 10 as yet.. i’m not sure when they go!! maybe in year 5..
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Nay, that is such a spot on description. Beautiful!
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Ohhh you are killing me here!!
People say that as you get older…time goes faster…I used to think it was a load of crap…sorry to say…but they were right.
Babies suddenly walking….suddenly at school…suddenly teenagers…. suddenly gone!
I look at the Tweenager with his hairy pits and deepening voice and am lucky enough that he’s still the little boy who insists on being tucked in and kissed goodnight….amazingly…I doesn’t annoy me anymore…I know those nights are now numbered!
Great read as always Nay…I love dropping by and poking my head into your lounge room for a look see at the World of Nay! XXX
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all of this made me hurt with wanting to hug my fabulous favourite niece, and her most wonderful mother.
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Love it Nomie. Great post! Your Miss 8 sounds a bit like my 7yr old. We went on a weekend away with a bunch of other families from school a few months ago, and we hadn’t even got home before he was asking about going NEXT year. Well, we did book again for next year (like, August 2010) and has not stopped talking about it since. He and his buddies are planning some camping thing there, and the other day he was looking for something and I asked why he was looking for it. “Because I need it for our camping trip on the weekend away!” It’s gonna be a long wait until it happens at this rate!
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Oh Nay. Tears in my eyes. How I love this green eyed girl. How lucky I am to be her God mother. How lucky she is to have you as her Mum. Mwah xxxx
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This one hit me square in my over sensitive heart. Such an accurate description of Miss8, but what also struck me was how it is an accurate description of me, one eye on tomorrow always. Don’t want to scare you, but Miss8 and I may have a little in common there! Hope her camp was wonderfull and totally random!
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