Popps hasn't been settling in.
Not just about kinder, but stuff. She worries and she just seems sad. A lot.
When I got the chance to hang at kinder last week I did. I played play doh and searched for bugs, I read the story to the class at group time and answered the question from little Holly "Where did Popps come from?"
When I left she was so sad again that the teacher asked if she wanted to write Mummy a letter.
It was a diversion to calm her down. One that worked.
But my letter is full of her fears, her desires to spend more time with me, how she misses me.
It breaks my heart.
Not so much just for now, but for her future. She is a worrier my girl and takes the weight of the world on her little shoulders.
I want her to focus on the sunshine and lollypops but sometimes all she sees are thunderstorms and spiders.
Amongst all her frills and fairie dresses, her glitter and her dancing, she cries.
It breaks me.