My September child is not always full of grace but born on a Monday she is fair of face,
Whilst pregnant through the summer, in a hazy warm whirl, I was constantly asked if I wanted a boy or a girl.
I never had a preference, although girls are the best, which is particularly good given that with two I am blessed.
The timing of the birth became something of discussion, never once really thinking about timing repercussion.
How a simple matter of days can change things in a jot, from those who are at school and those who are not.
My gorgeous girl likes to crack a funny, and repeatedly ask "do I make you laugh Mummy?"
My September child who has friendships that will change, when finding new friends can sometimes be strange.
Will they want know how funny she can be, will they give her chance to see what I can see.
My September child misses the school cut off by a matter of days but I know that I have not missed the school placement craze.
Because I don't inwardly groan about the difference those days make and every opportunity to be with her I will take.
And while others worry about the right school uniform gear, I am just glad that girl is mine to enjoy for another whole year.