I have been walking my son Toby to and from his primary school since 2016 and now that this part of his life and mine is almost over; I feel overwhelmingly sad.
Sad because my little boy is growing up.
Sad because his beautiful group of friends are going to different high schools.
Sad because the routines and communities we fostered are changing.
Sad because the pandemic took away two years of milestones we can never experience again.
And sad because I am already looking back; realising just how short this part of childhood really is.
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Graduating year 6 is a very normal rite of passage and there is plenty to celebrate about this phase too. I am happy for Toby and so proud of the young man he is becoming. And yet here I am welling up in private at all the 'lasts' which - this week in particular - keep breaking my heart.
For the parents of older kids who think I'm being dramatic, I'm sure I will look back when Toby is 18 and think that these were still golden years. At least I certainly hope so. But while all the big childhood milestones have felt important, the shift to high school feels like my biggest challenge yet.
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