The Last First Day at School.
Everyone says when your 1st born goes to school it is hard and I agree, seeing that little person who was so dependent on you for so long head off on their own, that’s tough. The one who made you a Mummy.
However no one prepared me for the feeling of when your last born starts school. They are the one who perfected you as a Mummy.
The first day isn’t for a week or so but I have a lump in my throat every time I think about it. No more Mummy and Me days where we can through caution to the wind and do as we please. No more little helper for the boring daily jobs. No more daytime classes with other mums. Now its a quick kiss at the school door and off he goes for a day without me. He’s been in preschool for a while but this somehow is different. Its everyday…..for a very long time.
An empty hand all day (my little one loves to hold hands everywhere we go) A cuddle that won’t be filled till 3.20pm.
I know we have weekends but they are not the same as a weekday, when most people are busy at work and its just me and him. There are daddies and big sisters to fit it too which is great but not the same.
Don’t get me wrong some children are ready for school, my eldest was and I was ready for her to be at school. My youngest is also so ready for the challenge of school but I don’t think I’m ready to let go of the last bit of the baby years. This marks the end of that chapter and it feels very strange because you know that its the last time.
I know he will be fine and will love every minute but I will honestly be a blubbering wreck. I’m so lucky because I get to drop him off and pick him up everyday but there are still several hours in between where I won’t have my sidekick, my limpet, my koala, my tiny boy.
But this is life and we all have to get on with the next stage but wow I’m going to miss him.
Fly high Tiny and be the superstar we all know you can be. And to all the Mummies and Daddies out there stay strong, you got them this far…. now its their turn.