Now, with a quiet, clean house, I cant stop thinking about him. I wonder what new, amazing things he is learning, doing and seeing.... I hope he is smiling. I wonder if any instant friendship connections have been made....
I have to trust in him now. He gets to and from his new school by bus, completely independent. I know in my heart that he is ready, in fact he was surprisingly calm.... Now I have to catch up.
Its a natural progression, and we all have to go through it. BUT, it really does only seem like yesterday that he raced into pre-school. He handled that well too. I am grateful that he has confidence and enjoys new challenges.
There are so many moments and milestones as a mum to absorb. Some are so wonderful, some come with trepidation, some break your heart. The emotional balance is never set and each day holds something new to fix/celebrate/encourage/praise/soothe.......
This milestone calls for me to adjust my hold on him and let him go. This is how it is supposed to be. I have to remember that he needs to be allowed to bake and I have to give him space to do so.
So, another milestone has been reached. Again, I reflect on my mum and how she would smile so wide seeing his fresh new (albeit large) uniform, the sparkle of excitement in his eyes, his readiness to take on the year ahead. She would be so proud. We all are.
Its a new beginning. A fresh new season. An exciting journey. It hurts a little but it fills up my heart with pride a lot.