We’ve been accepted
We’ve excitedly attended parents evenings
We’ve filled in a booklet all about our family and things we like to do
We’ve bought a uniform, and tried it on in the mirror
We’ve had arguements about whether we are allowed to splash in muddy puddles whilst wearing our brand new smart shoes
We’ve talked about what it might be like and who will be there
We’ve visited, talked, played and found friends
We’ve managed to get up, washed, dressed and fed on time
We’ve taken the obligatory first morning photograph
We’ve walked past the crossing patrol
And it’s arrived: the Big Moment. The first time I will leave my son with his brand new teachers in a brand new environment, go home and sit wondering what to do with myself. (Maybe the last time regarding wondering what to do).
It was more emotional than I thought it would be. He didnt even say goodbye. He will be back home in 3 hours and I want to hear all about it (not that I’m expecting much information).
I peeked into the classroom window once he was settled, and there he was, sitting talking to his new friends, having the time of his life. Its official: J is a Big Boy. Independent. All grown up.
Where did my baby go?