I told her the story of how we rode in an ambulance together the day she fell off the playhouse roof and broke her arm (she was only 18 months old and copying her big brother). I knew then that she was going to be an adventurer.
A couple of weeks later she had a bad fall after running full tilt on a slippery floor. When I took her to A&E they thought she had a fracture of the growth plate in her knee... so they put a precautionary cast on her leg just in case. Which meant that I had a small girl with a two pink casts on - I was very nervous to go out in public!!
If you have a Princess in your family, I really recommend you get hold of that book! We used to have major battles nearly every day but now we've found they are avoidable and much less frequent than they used to be. We can now appreciate much more the real treasure that she is. Her compassion, her leadership, her energy. Mr G is convinced she could be Prime Minister one day!
I read this sitting in the car outside, and sat there with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, feeling so proud... of course a couple of hours later I was having to growl at her again, but that's just kids hey?
These years when they are small go so fast! I want to grab onto them and make the most of them. One day we will be looking back on these days with misty eyes. xx