I’ve recently gone back to work after maternity leave and I’ll admit, it’s been a struggle.
Getting up at 6am, getting to grips with a new job, plagued by the inevitable lurgies that winter brings… I’ve definitely been better.
But the one thing I haven’t had to worry about is Kitty.
Over the last six weeks, I’ve been utterly amazed by how unfazed this tiny little person has been by her entire world changing. She’s settled into nursery without batting an eyelid, made loads of new friends and come home doing even more clever things than she was before.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about this change in our life; perhaps more so than other parents because of her little arm. It’s the first time she’s been away from the protective bubble of home and, like any mum, I worried about how she’d get on, out there on her own in the world.
But I really shouldn’t have worried. Every day, she’s doing something new. She’s using her little arm more and more; tucking a toy underneath it while she makes a grab for another, pulling her favourite teddy in for a hug, clapping along to Old McDonald.
She’s already doing things her own way, adapting to make the most of every single day, and every new trick she learns makes my heart swell with pride.
Already, you can see glimmers of the person she’s going to become – the determination, the cheekiness, the inquisitiveness and the genuine love of people that I hope will stay with her as she grows.
She draws a crowd wherever we go and it’s clear that has nothing to do with her arm and everything to do with her personality.
I know it’s early days and I realise that, at some point, her confidence will take a knock. Because it happens to us all. But I’m so proud of how, at not even 11 months old, she’s already a courageous little thing who meets every day – and everyone – with open arms.
Time to pick her up from nursery now. I can’t wait to see what she’s learnt today.
Dressed up as a bee ready for nursery fancy dress day.