| Written by Ronnie |
Oh my heart. Another one has started school.
I call him my Peter Butter, and he is surely one of the sweetest and funniest little boys ever. He has so much heart, so much energy, so much joy, and so much love.
After almost five years of being my baby, he started kindergarten last Thursday and has been absolutely fine. Like, totally and completely fine.
When I ask him how he feels in the mornings, he tells me he still feels shy. I reassure him that that's normal and then embrace him in the biggest and tightest hug that I can muster.
Meanwhile, my heart aches ever so slightly, and I have to tell myself over and over again in my head that he'll be okay. Yes, he will be okay.
The truth is that nothing can prepare you for such an occasion.
It's not so much that he is now in somebody else's care, or that I can now only play with him on weekends and during school holidays.
No, what makes me truly wobbly is the fact that the first five years of his life are now irrevocably behind us. That the baby I gave birth to is now well and truly his own little person.
It is both the end of an era and the beginning of something new and beautiful.
It's times like this that remind me why it is that memory keeping is so important to me. The months and years may fly by, but at least we have something solid to look back on - something tangible to remind us of the beauty that each of our boys have spun in our lives and in each other's lives.
Last year, when Angus started school, it took me four months before I started bawling on the side of the kerb just outside the school gates. So come May or June, I'm sure the tears will flow around here once more.
For now, I am still in a happy, numb daze of denial, and my plan is to simply take each day as it comes alongside my gorgeous Peter Butter...
Do any of you have a child starting school this year?