We got our primary school place – hooray! But, the joy at receiving our first choice school was tinged with a sadness. It’s time to admit that my baby boy is growing up and will be off to school in September.
I have to confess to waiting up until midnight to find out his place. But after the initial sigh of relief, I did shed some tears. My first born will no longer be at home with me all day. My sidekick for the last 4 and a half years, gone!
I have quite often said that I couldn’t wait for him to go to school so he wasn’t around to cause trouble all day. But, most of the time he is a joy to have around. He is a fantastic big brother and the amount of help he gives me with his sisters is amazing.
I know it was inevitable it was going to happen but, I’m not sure I’m ready for the next stage in his life. I know he is more than ready for this new challenge and will probably enjoy every minute of it. His thirst for knowledge is incredible. There can’t be many children who ask to do their times tables before bed!
After saying I wouldn’t cry when he started school, only celebrate, I know the tears will fall as my biggest boy steps into the classroom for the first time. I’m welling up just thinking about it. I’m sure I won’t be the only emotional parent at the school gates on their first day in September.