Tears for growing up.

I have always loved ABBA, my sister and I used to pretend to be them and perform for the family when we were quite young.

I also loved the stage musical Mama Mia which uses all ABBA songs, but I had never heard the song 'slipping through my fingers' before seeing it on stage. The song is about your children growing up and there is nothing you can do to stop it, just watch, enjoy and remember.

It is striking a pretty loud chord with me at the moment.

I take LOTS of photos and I always will, I don't want to miss a moment.

Today was one of those special moments when my oldest 'baby' finished an important part of his journey through life, his last day of preschool.
While this Mummy is (not very successfully) trying not to be emotional about starting the 'big' school journey next year, I had a chance to look through my photos and was very glad that I captured his first day at 3 and a half years
and his last day at 5 and a half years.

It has been an amazing 2 year journey.

The Mums(and some Dad's and Grandparent's) all picked their 5 year olds up this afternoon there was many a shiny eye among us and we weren't game to look or talk about it too much in case a flood of tears erupted, but I guess we are all in this together and all have this enormous love for our 'babies' as they grow and eventually slip through our fingers.

Isn't being a parent a powerful and emotional thing.

Slipping Through My Fingers Lyrics
Artist(Band):Abba

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't And why I just don't know
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile