Nora is 18 months today. How time flies.

Today she will officially leave Tigger and join the Busy Bee at Nursery. I felt a lump in my throat yesterday when I pulled her newly allocated drawer at Nursery and saw that the photos that were hanging at the Tigger area was in there.

How my baby has grown.

I should really stop calling her my baby as she is a toddler now… but in my eyes, she will always be that little bundle of joy that I first set eyes on 18 months ago. She is my baby.

Last night, we saw a programme on Pandas in captivity in China. There was one bit that almost made me cry. A mother panda gave birth to twins and in the wild, usually one twin will die. So they let her care for one while the other was in the incubator and they kept swapping the baby pandas so both will have contact with the mother. It was the point when they were trying to cox the baby panda away from the mother and the mother’s reluctance to let her baby go just struck me… it is really hard to let my baby go.

If I had the choice, I will be with her always.

I might scream at her, I might tell her off… but I think Nora knows that what ever happens, I will alway love her for who she is.