It's my little baby's first day at school tomorrow.
I can't believe it. She's 5, and first day at Prep (Junior/Primary) school. She called me today to tell me that she's just got her new uniform. Tears welled up inside me and a few outside!! I don't know why it gets me so much.
Such pride for me. She's growing up. Letting go. I hope she'll be ok. I think it might be my stuff that I have to deal with rather than what she has to deal with!!
It sure takes me back to my first day at school, 40 years ago. Handforth CofE. I remember it so clearly. A total state of shock. I just sat there frozen. Neither enjoying it, nor hating it. Frozen and invisible. Sit back and wait and see what happens. And that's been my pattern in meetings for the rest of my life so far!!
Oh and Stephen Taylor cried so much all day, that he was sick on the entrance step. A chair stood over his symbol, as if to mark the first day.