Why I’m Kinda Enjoying Life, Now That School Has Started

It’s safe to say that when T started school a little part of me had been taken away. For the past three and a bit years we had a good routine and I had the opportunity to still be with him for a decent amount of time as well as work three to five days a week.

But, for the past few weeks, I’ve come to realise that T being in school is actually pretty handy, and after the novelty of school runs wore off I started to relax and take full advantage of the spare time I suddenly had!

Don’t get me wrong, I still miss our days out and relaxing mornings together – especially as I still have no clue what he gets up to – but having spare time and being able to things I wasn’t able to do previously has certainly softened the blow.

I’d love to know if you can relate to any of these.

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A Letter to T After His First Week of School

My Dearest,

This week, you started on the biggest journey of your life so far; School.

It’s an incredibly exciting time for you – something you keep reminding me – you’re finally going into “Big Kid” school! You’re no longer my baby – something else you tell me on a weekly basis – but instead a bright and confident little boy. Ready to take on the world.

The thing is though, I’m really going to miss you.

See, four years doesn’t seem that long, but in that time we’ve been through so much together.

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School: Why Does it Feel Like Goodbye?

Today is T’s last day at nursery. His last day. How did that happen? I remember viewing his nursery and getting butterflies in my stomach. It was perfect, and the people were perfect. He then started just before his first birthday (as he decided to arrive late and my maternity leave ended just before his birthday) and what followed was the most wonderful three and a bit years.

Nursery was like a second home and the people like an extended family. They changed countless nappies, saw some of his first steps (maybe even his first, but they never told us!) and watched him as he weaned. They cuddled him when he fell and taught him so many amazing things, and for that I am eternally grateful.

I remember his first day like it was yesterday. He was so small. He was “still” breastfeeding and he was barely crawling – Chubby McSitstill I used to call him. He didn’t start walking until he was 15 months – something that staff were equally over as overjoyed about as we were. Anyway, I digress. I don’t need to fall down that memory wormhole.

So, despite T being so ready for school and feeling incredibly excited about starting next week, why does it feel like one massive goodbye?

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