Fast forward to today and that same 'little girl' is about to start secondary school. The badge is sewn on to the blazer, every last item of clothing is labelled and her timetable is pinned to the wall. We have spent more on uniform and PE kit than I spent on my first car and she is now the proud owner of a phone which she has used to arrange meet ups with friends and take part in chats that consist mostly of emojis. She's even used it to stay in touch with me and Mr K when we're away - bonus!
I don't feel wistful about primary; this was the first summer my daughter has chosen not to wear a gingham dress and seeing her among a class of Year 6's that towered above the reception class (and in some instances are taller than me...) was a clear signal that it was time to move on. She could do with having a mix of teachers, a mix of other children, a bit more space to grow. Maybe it will be different when the boy moves on and I no longer get to stand on the playground chatting with the parents who have become my friends.
Secondary marks a step towards her future and whilst I don't relish the thought of exam stresses (whatever form the system takes by then....) and am pretending to ignore that fact I'll have a teenager two years from now, I'm happy to let her go a little more. Goodbye gingham, it was nice knowing you :)