Today my Mademoiselle is exactly six and one quarter years old, and like most children her age is obsessed by birthdays and generally being older than she currently is! She is funny, tells terrible jokes, laughs at anything involving bottoms and pants, loves dancing, can’t stop singing and is the best big sister any little boy could ask for.
At 6 ¼ she is entering a stage that has one foot in the fantasy world of princesses and make-believe and one toe dipping into the water of reality thru the likes of One Direction and Jessie J. Only last week she reminded me “Mummy, I’m a real fairy you know, I can actually fly” – just before she started shaking her hips and singing out of tune “…Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy til we see the sun…” For the Non-Directioners amongst you it’s from ‘Live While We’re Young’ *Oh, look at me and my 1D knowledge!*
And at 6 ¼ she is getting more and more curious about where she came from – I don’t mean the birds and the bees stuff, I mean her own little history. So here it is…
For the first half of her life Mademoiselle was living in a north London suburb. Whilst I was at work she attended a mulit-national Montessori school which celebrated everything from Diwali to Hanukkah, she caught a tube to go to the big park and couldn’t scoot/cycle to nursery because it was a) too far away and b) too busy
Today, she’s one of a handful of mixed race children in her school, I spend precious time with her as I’m a stay-at-home mummy, she can walk to the park via her own back garden, scoot/cycle to school avoiding all streets and cars and has the freedom to explore the outdoors a) without me worrying about what she’ll find in the park and b) actually see nature rather than just read about it
She proudly calls herself a Londoner, she even claims to ‘talk London’ and says “or-right maete, yew goin da-own ta-own?” (think Burt in Mary Poppins but many, many pitches higher. It’s painful!!) but she loves living in her market town with her pink bedroom walls and colourful birds in the garden. And as of today she would’ve lived here more days than in London.
When we go into the City she’s dazzled by the bright lights of Oxford Circus and has her eyes wide open at the multi-cultural joys any big city can bring… whilst clutching onto my hand for dear life! Then we come home and she enjoys the best of British countryside and can explore her environment with a sense of freedom more commonly associated with the 1970s (oops, showing my age!)
So my non-Birthday wish to her is to continue to embrace both parts of her life and enjoy the symbiotic nature of town & country – which we as parents will continue to help her to do – and love them both equally.
Someone once said to me ‘Home is where the love is’ – I think that’s so very true.
Happy Non-Birthday, Mademoiselle.
singing her heart out
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.