Fly

The January days pass, too quickly now.
In 17 days, he will be there. My boy will be at primary school.

I can hardly comprehend that he will be there. I know it is what we have worked for, fought for and strived for. It just doesn’t feel real yet. We have been together, he and I, every day for almost six years. A big change is coming.

There is a small knot that I can feel tightening in my gut. Fears, real and imagined are below the surface, not very far down at all.

We have bought shoes, uniform, bag and hat. We have every single one of the trimmings that make it seem like he is ready to go, to take flight. But every night I fall asleep wondering if he will be ok and if I have done all I should to prepare him.

The reality is that I won’t know the answers to my relentless mummy questions until he is there.
My boy will be at primary school.

Fly my little man, fly.

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