My fake nail loving, nutbrown hare sucking, YouTube addicted, always room for an extra crisp, tat hoarding, darling daughter.
Today you turn seven, and what a wild ride the past seven years have been for us.
You started off as a chunky little purple faced newborn (total doppelganger to Phil Mitchell after a booze binge) handed to me in the hospital and you’ve turned into the most wonderful little person. By that I mean, you haven’t turned into a sozzled Phil Mitchell yet – maybe that will come in next years birthday instalment?
You’re a real tale of two halves; you’re sensitive, loving, scared of your own shadow, a worrier. But you’re also independent, sassy, a complete wind up to your brother and outgoing in so many ways.
Seeing you grow over the last year in particular has been amazing – and boy have we spent a lot of time together over the last year (thanks covid). I’ve not only been your mummy, but I’ve also been drafted in as your emergency supply teacher. I really worried about you having so much time away from school in Y1 and having to return again, to a new kind of place from what you once knew; but after six months of being by my side you just strolled in and left me crying at the door. You absolutely smashed it kiddo. And I know you’ll do the same when you re-start again, whenever that will be!
You revel in attention and none more so than playing at the park after school. Hearing your friends scream ‘Sofia, Sofia‘ as you run over to them excited to hang from the monkey bars, or get involved in a game of tag will forever be one of my favourite sounds. That and listening to you chatting to your friends on Facetime (sorry kid, I’m always listening!)
You’re quiet and shy until you get to know people – you’re that kid that will be a mute and just stare. Lucky for you, you’ve got a younger brother now who hasn’t learnt about social awkwardness yet so you’ll often push him into situations so you can follow in behind, using him as your safety blanket. He’s also not scared to go upstairs at home by himself either, don’t think we can’t hear you bribing him to go up there with you when you’re asked to get your pyjamas on!
Your school work has made us so so proud this year, something has just clicked and you have suddenly come on leaps and bounds – you’re enjoying learning and after a few years of not really being interested, you’re asking me to do more (usually when it involved gold stars and lots of ticks) and for me, especially in this latest lockdown it has made me life so much easier.
I love watching you sit and figure things out, or how your imagination creates stories and interprets things in ways that I would never see.