I’m rubbish at lasts. I hate them, the final goodbyes and never to be seen agains. Just hate them,
The last months have seen a few ‘lasts’, from the end of my job, the end of me being a mum to a baby as our precious Baby R evolves into a toddler to being married to a man in his 30’s! This week will be my last sports day for a few years, closely followed by the last school run, last school service, and last school disco. But the biggest last of all is yet to come as my Tween leaves primary school and walks out the door for the last time. I know I’ll be back before I know it, but it’s my lasts with my Tween, and I hate that.
So much growing up takes place in this last few weeks of primary school, where the year 6’s become too cool for school in every sense. He’s attended his secondary school transition days, been on a school residential trip and had ‘the talk’ form the school nurse.
So I’m linking in to My Captured Moment to share a photo of my boy as this week is HIS week (and to show he’s not usually the stroppy tween that yesterday’s Wicked Wednesday suggested!) I’m so going to miss my morning school run chats and the half an hour before we leave for school, when he is just the most amazing big brother, keeping Baby R in check as I run around tidying up the breakfast rush hour mess.
He really is my little confidant and I’m not ready to give him up to the big wide world he’s about to discover but I’m sure he’s be just fine. These milestones aren’t about me though, they’re his, I’ll be putting on my happy face and sharing his excitement while inside tells a different story.