You’d think I’d be used to this by now. The early morning starts, the rush of the lunch box, water bottle, PE bag. The drop offs, the pick ups, the permission slips and snack money. It’s a cycle that goes on, but never gets much easier when it’s starting afresh.
September has always been a bittersweet month for me. As a child, I hated all the Back To School shenanigans- early nights, hair washes, new shoes…- and as an adult I still feel a pang now and then. But I also LOVE this time of year. A new, fresh start. New uniform, new teacher, new books. New start. New chances to achieve, to succeed. New adventures to be lived. This year I will be the proud owner of two school aged children and I couldn’t be happier.
But I will cry.
Yes, leaving The Big One this morning was easy enough. She was excited to be back with her friends and I was excited to be one child down for the day. But Thursday is going to be different. This is my little boy. My only boy. The baby that we once thought might not see this day at all. The boy who surprises us everyday with his growing personality and his silly faces. The boy who takes new opportunities in his stride and goes forth to carve new adventures for himself wherever he goes.
The boy who is starting school this week.
How did that even happen? How did my little boy stop being my baby boy? And how do I learn to let him go enough to make the most of this new chapter in his life? It’s probably not advisable to be seven months pregnant when your child starts school- and I should know, having been in the same position five years ago! But I guess I’ll go with the flow.
Good luck my beautiful boy. Go and make some friends, laugh at some jokes and learn new tricks.