My son started High School yesterday- I think he was more ready than me.
One minute he's my little baby, snug and safe in my belly. Then out into the world they come and gradually bet ever so fast, they grow up, in the blink of an eye, when you weren't watching. You try to watch, not to take your eyes off, not to miss a thing, yet somehow they still manage to grow, and not only grow but grow up and probably while you were busy loading the dishwasher or just juggling all the balls in the air.
I didn't realise how much his finishing primary school was going to floor me, it really knocked the emotional wind out of me. Then yesterday in his new school uniform, with his new bag and new hair cut he is off into a new world, a world of independence and big kids, a world that will bridge him from childhood to adulthood- how scary is that for a mother who can no longer deny that her babies are growing up.
It is at these moments when I feel I've lost something that will never be again that I the most grateful to have such beautiful mementos to jog my memories such as videos, kindy artworks proudly framed in the kitchen, a handmade Mother's Day card, a favorite t-shirt that I can no longer imagine fitting him, and the photos, especially the photos.
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