The Last First

Do you remember lolling about on long summer days as a kid? You felt like they would last forever. And waiting for your birthday was a torturous countdown of weeks, days then hours. Gran, or some other “oldie”, would remind you that life goes by so quickly but it didn’t ever feel like it would. Then. When life was leisurely. Yesterday I blinked and today my son starts year twelve.

He has already turned eighteen which was tricky to get my head around but this feels even bigger. Once he finishes school it will be different…the end of an era. It’s weird isn’t it? My mum brain {or maybe heart} is clinging to a baby who has been grown for many years. The young man in his place is growing more independent just as he should. But…sigh.

I watched him walk to the station on his last first day feeling proud and a bit sad. Living in this family with the girly for his sister is…different. He has had to deal with lots if ups and downs so is a bit more worldly than his age suggests. I think he is growing beautifully. He is a caring friend. He is witty and funny. He is terrific at reaching things on high shelves! And he has a sister who likes nothing better than to gaze at him adoringly. The timer on his childhood has buzzed {l o u d l y} and will continue to emit crazy odd beeps on days such as this but I think he is ready…even if his mum is not.

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