My beautiful girls soon turned six years old.
On their first day at school I was really emotional, but also really nervous. Not nervous for Florence - heck, she was relishing the idea of making new friends - but for Isabella. She hadn't yet grown out of her shy phase. She was perfectly fine with family (and Laura!) but with anyone she would just close up that little shell of hers.
However, I asked Flo to look out for her sister and she promised she would.
Finally 3pm came that day and the girls arrived home.
"How was your first day girls?" I asked as soon as they walked through the front door.
"I met two really nice girls today, Beth and Olivia. I ate with them at lunch and played with them at break and I had so much fun!" Florence exclaimed, a huge grin on her face.
"That's great honey!"
I turned to Isabella. "What about you sweetie?"
She looked at me for a moment, before tears started to well in her eyes. Then she ran off up the stairs, crying her eyes out. I was concerned to say the least.
"Florence! I thought you said you were going to look out for her!"
"I tried Mum, I really did, but we're in different classes. I didn't see her at all the whole day!"
I went upstairs to talk to Isabella. I knocked gently on her door. "Issy? Issy babe? Are you alright?"
I opened her door and saw her sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face.
"What's the matter?" I asked her softly. I pulled up a chair beside her bed.
"M-m-mum I couldn't t-talk to anyone t-today. It was too scary-y. I didn't know a-a-anyone." She replied in between sobs.
"Aw Is. It was only your first day, don't beat yourself up about it hun. Lots of people get nervous on their first day of school. On my first day of high school I was so nervous. But you know what? It turned out alright!
I promise that you will make friends tomorrow, because you are the sweetest, nicest girl and everyone will see that. Okay?"
She looked over at me. "Y-you promise?"
"I promise. Mummy's always right." I told her with a wink.
She came over and gave me the biggest hug.
When she came home the next day she seemed a lot better. She wasn't quite so subdued, and had a smile on her face, albeit a small one.
Seems like things were getting better.
A couple of weeks later Florence came up to me, clutching the days newspaper.
"Look Mummy." She pointed to an advert.
"Ballet classes? You want to do ballet classes?"
She nodded. "It looks really fun. Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
"Okay hun, if you really want to go."
Issy ended up joining the classes too, because she didn't want to feel left out (although she said she "really wanted to go too.")
We bought their leotards and ballet shoes and headed off to the studio where the lessons took place. They looked so cute.
I went to pick them up an hour later.
"What did you think? Do you want to continue or not?"
Florence shook her head. "I didn't like it Mum. I don't think I want to go again, but thank you for letting me try it."
"That's okay. You never know until you try." I winked at her. "And Issy?"
I don't know why I asked her, because I fully expected her to agree with her sister. However she burst out with "I love it!"
I was slightly taken aback, but I was pleased. When we got home all she could talk about was ballet.
So Issy started to go to lessons every Thursday and she looked forward to it every week. Florence didn't mind though, because she had found something to occupy herself - track and field.
I was so proud of my talented girls, and of course Cameron too! He was super smart and SO unbelievably athletic.
As Cameron's birthday approached he made it very clear that he wanted a pool party to celebrate it. As he had always been such an angel to me I couldn't say no.
Cameron was having a great time with his friends, and I was having fun catching up with all the adults. (Although I may have got in the pool for a little bit!)
And then it was the main event.
My eldest had grown into such a lovely young man.
Despite looking nothing like Marcus when he was younger, you could see parts of him in Cameron. And of course his personality, which was a carbon copy of his fathers.
It made me quite emotional, because it seemed like yesterday I was holding onto a little blue bundle. Soon enough my girls would be getting older too...
But for now, I was enjoying every single moment with my family.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, where we will have our Gen 3 heir!
I'm not going to tell you who it is, you'll just have to wait and see! ;)