I remember quite vividly writing my blog post about C finishing pre-school. At the time I was feeling pretty raw to the fact that ‘milestones’ with kids come and go in what can feel like the blink of an eye. I guess I wondered if I’d taken enough time to appreciate that chapter while we were still living it. So when M graduated this past July and prepared to start Reception this September, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel….
Happy and sad I’d say. Happy because he’s ready to fly. Sad because he’s my little guy and he’s entering the big leagues. Most of all proud. Proud that when we took him to school on Wednesday he gave us a kiss, waved goodbye, and walked into the new with a quiet, perceptive bravery true to his nature. He’s ready.
So although nostalgia toys with my heartstrings, I can now look it in the face and say shhhh! Because yes, life can feel like a runaway train. And to counter that, I have taken more steps to focus and enjoy the moment. But time still marches on, and I’d rather embrace our next adventures with fond memories in tow then lament the inevitable.
It helps that we wave them off to school to a place I view their school as a nurturing and enriching place that cultivates them to have spirit, social awareness and knowledge. One other thing I’ve learned over the last couple of years is that where you send your kids to school is hugely personal and what’s right for me isn’t right for everyone. So if you are starting school now or it’s on the horizon for next year, my advice is to visit, ask questions and go with somewhere that feels right in your gut for your kids!
Speech and emotional recap over. Now I need to go do a school run.