Today I dropped you at the school gate,
Our first time doing this.
You ran ahead full of excitement,
My grown up little Miss.
I slowed you down and took your hand,
I felt nervous for you.
I’m not sure why, you’re rarely shy,
Confident in all you do.
Ready to meet and make new friends,
To play, to chat, to learn.
I hope you stop and listen as well,
Remember to wait your turn.
It will be so strange when you’re at school
For so much of the week.
I’ll miss our funny chats, your constant singing,
Daddy’s games of hide-and-seek.
But I can’t wait to see how much you grow,
and the ways that you will shine.
I’m sure you’ll have such fun this year,
So I will try not to pine!
I think your brother will miss you most,
You’re his favourite play mate.
You make him laugh like no-one else can
and it’s only you he’ll imitate.
Good luck for your first time at school my love,
I can’t wait to hear about it.
Three o’clock will be our new favourite time of day,
Weekends more special for it.
So this is for you my crazy Emma,
My little baby girl.
A baby no longer, you’re getting so grown up.
Let’s give school life a whirl!