Like many families up and down the country, this week was the start of something big. My Bear, my baby, started school.
It’s a day he has been waiting for with so much excitement and anticipation. All summer long, Bear has woken and asked how many days left until ‘inception’ – yes, that’s what he calls it – and everyday I’ve seen how happy it made him to know he was that much closer to it actually happening.
I loved school, I really did. So it’s been such a pleasure to see how happy the prospect of school made my little dude. But that’s not to say I haven’t been a little bit sad about it too.
As a stay-at-home Mum, we’ve spent everyday together since he was born 4 years ago. So the idea of him being at school all day, five days a week, is a bit daunting.
We never had to go through the ‘separation’ that working parents experience, but I’ve tried to build confidence in him so that when the day came, it wouldn’t be a problem.
I was nervous that on the day, I’d cry and make a tit of myself. Not because I was worried for my Bear, I knew he’d be a little legend, but because I’d miss him.
The summer went too fast, I wasn’t gagging for it to end. I wanted more but no matter how hard I tried to slow down time, the big day crept up on us.
My baby (who is not really a baby at all anymore, he’s four and a half soon), will be spending most of his day at school. His teacher will spend more time with him than me and that’s an odd feeling.
Teacher will get to see his little face light up over tiny (yet incredible) achievements.
Teacher will see so many ‘firsts’.
Teacher will comfort him when he’s sad or confused.
Teacher will listen to his crazy stories, that start one place and end up somewhere totally different with no clear linear structure and lots of totally random side lines (who does that remind you of?) and she will laugh.
Teacher will become his favourite person.
Those are the things I normally do. Those are the things I will miss. Those are the things I mourn (yes, mourn – it’s not too dramatic) the loss of.
Overly soppy Mum-stuff aside, day one was great. I didn’t make a tit of myself (whoop) and more importantly, Bear had the most incredible morning.
I’ve never seen a cuter little uniformed chap, he couldn’t have been more smug and proud of himself and too right. Just look at him?
While I am a bit sad about the ‘little things’ and the time I will miss out on, I am more excited about what this chapter of his life will hold.
I am excited to see my Bear change from a baby to a little boy.
I am hopeful that his thirst for learning will grow even bigger.
I can’t wait to see his first nativity, although I will definitely make a tit of myself that day.
I look forward to hearing about the things he has learned, things that I may not be able to teach him and watch new friendships develop.
This is an exciting chapter of our journey together. Yes, it is tinged with a tiny bit of loss for me, but it is so full of adventure that it can’t be anything but bloody brilliant. To be able to be part of this journey makes me feel incredibly lucky.
It is such a privilege to be a Mum and I will never take it for granted.
So, come on baby man, let’s do this.