I wasn’t expecting to feel so sad at the thought of my first child starting high school.
Philip, 12, is counting down the days until his primary school experience is over and he begins high school. Every couple of days we have a meeting or an assembly or some sort of event marking the completion of his primary education and I keep waiting for him to feel sad at the thought of leaving the only school he has ever known.
I feel sad. I still remember the day he began and I’m startled at how quickly it went by. How on earth can I be old enough to have a child in high school? And how weird is it that he’ll be attending the same high school I did?
My first-born child isn’t in the least bit sad. He’s struggled at school for the past couple of years and while I got pretty sick of hearing how school “sucked” I took it as a good sign.
He was definitely ready for high school and it couldn’t come soon enough.
I just didn’t expect to feel so bereft, but not just bereft. There are so many emotions. I’m melancholy, excited for him and fearful of keeping him safe.