My baby boy started school today.
I think that pretty much sums it up!
He was up early and into his uniform with bed made and teeth brushed before I'd even had my first sip of coffee. We were all ready in time to take photos at the Podium before school and we arrived in time for me to walk Ethan up to the 4th floor (where his classroom is) - noone there - back down to the ground floor playground - noone there - and finally to the school hall where all his more punctual classmates were gathered (now I remember reading that email about meeting in the hall!!). Then off he went with his teacher, all chirpy and content.
And I cried half the way home. Unexpected tears? Not really. Just an emotional response to the end of an era. Is he ready? Yes indeed! Am I? Perhaps.
But it does go so fast....
And maybe my baby boy just isn't a baby anymore. He certainly looked very grown up in his uniform today!
