My breath caught in my throat
As the words came out of my mouth, the breath caught in my throat.Just a little.
Another deep breath and I could get them out.
"I'm calling to make an appointment to visit your school with a view to enrolling my son there for prep next year".
He's 5 now. He will be almost 6 when school beginnings come around.
All the work we are doing is moving us toward this.
There is undeniable momentum.
For him and for me.
I know I will blink and it will be almost Christmas again.
I will be ordering from a uniform list and obsessing about his transition into this next stage of his learning.
I'm terrified.
Can't I just keep him home with me?
Forever?
Oh, wouldn't you love it!
ReplyDeleteBut then... the moments when it all moves forward, the challenges,the growing, the changes would all be halted too.
And as much as I adored and wanted to protect him from the world, if I had been able to... then the glorious young man he is becoming would not be. And the moments when my breath is taken away by just how incredible he is, would be stilled.
Hang in there, and you know this, but it is important to be reminded - go with your gut. No-one knows him nor knows what is right for him better than YOU. xx
Holding your hand, love. You can do this. And so can he.
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Momentum is so awesome. Prep is huge! xx
ReplyDeleteHuge and scary and yet very very amazing step forward.
ReplyDeleteOh Suz (I'm catching up with all your news) - how exciting and scary. I'm sure he will totally blow you away when that day comes. And I appreciate that want to have your babies home FOREVER. Know that well ;)
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