More significantly, good luck to all of the parents.
What an emotional event. Packing them off with their book bags and plimsoles, attempting to look happy and confident for their benefit whilst every fibre of your being just wants to scoop up your baby and sob about how much you love them and how they can't possibly be ready to leave their mummy.
Our oldest started in year two today and was a very happy boy as he was reunited with his friends. When the children are happy to go to school itdoes make life easier for us parents and I was feeling quite good and downright confident about the whole situation.
That was until it dawned on me that this time next year I will be walking out of the school gates empty handed as our youngest will be starting.
If anyone needs me for anything around that time they shall find me huddled in a corner sobbing into one of my baby's sheety beety's.
For now I shall live in denial.
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