Sometimes I forget that Nerys is only just three. She seems so much older at times.
She is so capable, and so determined. The other day Rhys couldn’t unscrew the cap on his water pistol, so Nerys did it for him! I really had to try hard not to giggle at her so confidently handling the situation for him.
After all her hard work sorting out the garden with Daddy last weekend, we’ve been able to spend more time out there. It’s looking so much clearer and tidier.
The other day she spent ages out there, filling up her bucket from the tap and then pouring the water into a watering can, or onto the flower beds.
She is getting to be so independent, which makes me feel both proud and a little sad.
Those baby days when she needed me completely are long gone and we’re well into the ‘let I do it’ zone now. She heads into school so confidently, and I love hearing her chat to her teacher as she takes her coat off and hangs her bag up.
It does make my heart ache a little though, realising that she is starting to need me less.
I have to remind myself that this is what being a parent is all about. Letting them grow up, letting them take those steps away from you, letting them find out for themselves what they’re capable of.
And this girl? She is capable of so much.