The Eldest

The Eldest – Isis Mae

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Currently 9 years old and a huge lover of all things creative. Not to mean any disrespect to the ‘other mummy’ but she is so like me as a child, I often find myself joking “You sure you’re not my child?”

Isis loves singing, dancing, anything we can make with our hands.  Her teachers always tell me about how she spends her time choreographing in the playground and teaching routines to the other children.

We had some interesting times when Judah was first born and she moved school all in the same week, she made quite a name for herself as the ‘problem child’ at school, but as things settled at home quite rapidly she has blossomed in all areas. We are so proud of how she has adjusted.

This last year her confidence has blossomed massively, performing in shows with school and the dance academy her and ‘the princess’ are involved in.  Lead roles in the school plays and winning talent shows with her singing, we are realising how much our investment into dance school is paying off, but also need to see how these now glaringly apparent gifts will play out for her future without losing concentration on academics.

Isis is a delight as a child, she is so kind, fun to be with, beautiful inside and out.  I have only grown more proud of her over the last year.  She is now succeeding in school having been moved up into the year above.  She responds well to authority and is shining in every area.  I’m so pleased that she now presents as so well adjusted and we can just focus on loving her instead of worrying what is wrong.  Our time together usually involves trips to the supermarket, pamper times (hair, nails & face masks), singing lessons and the occasional girlie coffee date we can sneak in around the other children.

Naturally maternal which bodes well as the eldest (I’m the eldest of 5 so understand her self-imposed responsibilities), Isis is always really helpful in playing with the other children. She will make the best babysitter when she is old enough (not that we intend to abuse that *coughs*).  We grow prouder of who she is becoming more and more every day.

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