Tomorrow, E starts School. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about him starting school, I’m sure he is ready, I’m just not so sure that I am ready.
E and I have struggled the last few months, he has a stubborn attitude which clashes with my own equally stubborn streak. This little boy and his stubborn streak secretly makes me beam from the inside, as I know he is such a strong little person, and I can’t help but be immensely proud. I know he’s ready for school, and I know he’ll be fine, but I also know he’s a bit worried by the idea of a rowdy class of children. The mother instinct wants to sweep him into my arms and say “It’s ok! You don’t have to go!!” but then my sensible side reminds me that I have to help my little bird to fly. And fly I know he will.
I know I will want to have a cry tomorrow when he gets upset and hides behind me at the school gates. I know that he will cry, and I will feel awful. I am preparing myself to remain calm and confident, with my best friend on standby to deal with my post school drop off tears!