It is 9.30 in the evening, I'm on my own and sobbing. The reason? My beautiful little boy is starting big school on Thursday. Even though he can drive me to distraction I'm going to miss to insane, random conversations, the constant running commentary which I can barely keep up with, his liveliness and eagerness and energy.
I worry he will find it all too much, the days too long and tiring. That his imagination will be squashed with in confines of school work and getting it right.
I know that I will not be the only one who will miss him. His little mini me follower will feel the same way. I only hope his teacher will grow to love him and his quarks as much as me.