Today was my big boy’s pre-school graduation and he now only has two days left before he finishes pre-school forever.
I watched tentatively as he came through the door wearing his cardboard mortarboard hat, he had a very serious look on his face and I thought he might start to cry when he saw everyone there so I was relieved when he saw us waving and broke into a huge smile instead. The ceremony was very sweet (and short) and it wasn’t long before he was tearing around the playground with the rest of the ‘school leavers’ leaving us parents to marvel at how much they’d all grown up over the past few months and how ready for school they looked.
This will be our first summer wholly together since he was born. He first started nursery at 14 weeks old and has never stopped, although his hours have reduced over the past months since I have been home and he now only goes four mornings a week. But in his world he has always gone to nursery, week in, week out save for a few weeks of holiday each year.
It will be a big change for us all and in some ways it’s quite daunting, but when I saw him today with his serious face on trying to be a ‘proper’ grown up I realised just how much I need this time with him before he goes off to school and into a world where he will become ever more independent, no longer wanting to spend all his time at home with us.