My older son started school yesterday and we were all very excited and proud.
We had mass (it’s a catholic school) and the priest mentioned the significance of this day as a happy, but also a sad occasion, because it meant letting go. And promptly poor old Mom proceeded to bawl her eyes out, because the baby is a big boy now, and as much of a relief and an occasion for pride and happiness this is, it’s also a goodbye of sorts.
Goodbye to my firstborn baby, hello to my school boy.
Hopefully it also means goodbye to temper tantrums and disrupted sleep and a very warm welcome to the age of reason.