She’s wearing my shoes…

This week, we had a bit of a mum fail. My tweenager was supposed to be singing in a concert, with some of her class and children from other schools. It was in my diary, we had tickets, and I knew she had to be at a certain place at a certain time. What I hadn’t checked was what she was supposed to wear, and of course, we only realized as she was going to bed the night before the concert. Cue some frantic wardrobe rummaging and a text to the singing teacher (who is also a friend,  I don’t message her teachers, normally) and we were semi sorted with what she needed. Phew, sorted, or so we thought. 

Until she had to put the shoes she had chosen to wear on, ten minutes before we had to leave for school. Of course they don’t fit, why would they, and of course I hadn’t checked they fitted, I just assumed they would. 

Cue a bit of door slamming and tears (on her part) and sighs of frustration and trying to figure something out (on my part) oh and Mum guilt, of course. 

I went into my wardrobe and had a hunt about, and dug out a pair of my shoes. Cautiously approach unhappy “I will look stupid not wearing what I am supposed to wear” angry tweenager,  and suggest my shoes. 

She tries them on. 

Tears dry up, a smile appears. Relief dawns and the mum guilt slides away. 

But then it dawns on me. 

She’s wearing my shoes. She’s reached a point where she is almost as tall as me, and she can fit into my shoes…

I walked her to school, and said goodbye, but I will admit to wiping away tears, quietly, as I sat on the bus, on the way to work.

When did she get so big? This mum is not coping with how fast time is going and how big and grown up her girl suddenly is… 

Ps the concert was great and she sang beautifully! 😉