Almost one year ago today, Finlay started school. As he entered Foundation Stage, I remembered back over the last 4.5 years. Without meaning to sound cliche, it had gone in a blink of an eye. That tiny newborn was standing before me, a child. In crisp, slightly too big school uniform, looking so so grown up. A lump was in my throat, but I remember feeling immense pride. We all stood in our kitchen that first morning filled with such a strange excitement. None of us quite knowing what this next chapter in life would hold, but knowing somehow, it was going to be good.
I learnt many things that the first term, like how amazing my darling little boy could be. That he took it all in his stride and got stuck in 100%, never complaining and wanting so hard to please. I learnt that clothes just disappear and then thankfully reappear.… Read More
