So, my first born started High School yesterday. That’s right, dressed in her knee length kilt and crisp white shirt, my twelve year old baby strode confidently into Year 7 without a backward glance.
And let me tell you why this means so much to me…..
The first day of anything is special for any parent. First ballet class (been there!), first day of Kindergarten (been there too!).....but yesterday made me, not just teary and nostalgic….it made me incredibly proud.
It made me proud of my beautiful girl, proud of my amazing husband and proud of myself. It made me so proud of my amazing little family that I wanted to show everyone at work her beautiful photo, in her new uniform with her two neatly plaited braids….ready to take on the world. It made me share that same photo on Viber with my family, on iMessage with her Godfather in New York, with my extended family in the UK. I was so proud I could burst.
I was so proud because twelve years ago, when I was a third year uni student and living on campus I was petrified.
Petrified because I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know that in twelve years time I would be happily married to my then partner, have a beautiful brother for my little girl and be living the dream, in a job that I live and breathe. I was 20 and a uni student. I was 20 and worked three casual shifts a week. Who knows what the future held!
I was proud because I proved the stereotypes wrong. I was proud because, at age 20, my then boyfriend (now husband) and I smiled at each other and said, “We can do this.” And yesterday, we watched as our twelve year old surprise package walked into that school hall and killed it!
I guess I’m mostly proud, because our beautiful girl is proof that, life can throw you curve balls….but those curve balls are meant to be. Young mums are just that….young mums. They are still mums and still capable of amazing things. Still capable of raising amazing young women who can take the world by storm. Still capable of looking those curve balls in the eye and saying “Bring it on.” Still capable of creating young human beings who are, without a doubt going to make a difference in this world. Still capable of following their destined path. Still capable of becoming the woman they wanted to become.
I have met some amazing young mums along the way. And we have proved the statistics, the stereotypes, the gossips wrong.
Because as my baby walked into that school hall yesterday, I knew that we had done an OK.....no, a damn good job.