My big boy starts school today. Off to Prep in his new uniform, bright white new runners, oversized hat and school bag full of unused textas and books.
I’m excited for him. So excited for him to be off on this journey of learning and discovery of independence. For him to discover the value of friends and look up to someone other than me for some of the answers.
I’m sad though, that I will no longer be the person he spends all of his time with. What his friends think is going to start being more important than what I think. And his teacher will be there to answer the questions that I used to answer.
What makes me even more sad is that school is breaking up the band. The precious little band of brothers who follow each other around the house all day. The two oldest are only 20 months apart. They grew up together. As much as they fight and hit and whine, they love each other. A lot. I know they do.
I wonder if Dubs will be lost. If he will miss his built in playmate during the day. Or if he will flourish with a bit more space and time to do the things that he wants to do uninterrupted.
As much as I’m looking forward to perhaps getting a little more quiet in my day, I think I’m going to look forward to weekends and school holidays, when my little band of brothers will be united again.