It is 6.30am and today Eldest starts Senior school.
He only has three hours of it. The school runs a familiarisation ‘day’ for all its new Year 7s. So I imagine him doing a scavenger hunt through the corridors. Or some such.
He is going to a friend’s afterwards for lunch and I will pick him up at tea time.
He has driven me mad for over seven weeks with his constant whistling and sibling tormenting.
But today I will miss him.
I hope he enjoys his morning. I know he will enjoy his afternoon chatting with his mates and spending too much time on computers.
I will be thinking of him a lot. He will not think of us.
And that is how it should be.
Raising these small people to hopefully become independent and confident adults is hard bloody work.
And also a tad heart breaking.