My child didn’t start school this week,
or go back after a long summer.
But my mind has still been preoccupied with that word.
It’s just begun to hit me that next September my Little miss will be starting school.
She will be going to actual school, a proper school with a uniform, book bag, the lot! Better start thinking about where she’s going to go hadn’t we?
We’ve thought about it, we have a list of our preferred schools, and we’ve even arranged to attend some ‘Open days’. Once we’ve been to these it’s all going to seem very real.
I found this recently…
It was taken the morning of my first day at school, I looked quite sweet didn’t I?
I don’t remember that day. I remember my shoes, tan with a little gold buckle. I remember being really excited about wearing them.
I remember my lunchbox, red with ‘Spot the dog’ on the front (remember him? He was awesome).
But, I don’t remember the actual day. I wonder what parts of this major milestone Little miss will remember?
This time next year I will be among the parents running around collecting school uniforms, buying the first pair of school shoes, and mentally preparing myself for my ‘baby’ starting school.
Where is the time going?