I had tears in my eyes tonight putting my boys to bed, especially Logan. Today was the last day of the summer holidays for us and tonight is the last night I put my youngest to bed as a baby. He’s not a baby of course and he hasn’t been for two years, but he’s the baby of our family and for the last three years he’s been with us pretty much constantly.
But tomorrow he starts nursery for the first time and he’ll wear a little uniform. The same uniform that his big brother Ethan, who’s going into year one tomorrow, wears.
There were moments during the summer holidays, mostly whilst breaking up sibling squabble after sibling squabble where I looked forward to having some order back. I look forward to being able to do house work and my work without guilt. But now that the end of summer has rolled around, I’m a little sad, nervous even for the boys and for me.
More than anything I hope Logan settles in okay. I hope he finds his lunchbox at lunch ok, I hope he finds the toilet ok and doesn’t need too much help, I hope he finds it easy to join in with the older children as he’s the only one starting in nursery there. I hope he understands I’m coming back to get him. I hope he doesn’t get too tired. I hope he doesn’t get too hungry.
And for me, I hope the day isn’t too long, I hope I get some solid quality time with them each day, I hope they don’t need me much less than they do now. I hope they know how proud of them I am and how much I love them.
I’m an emotional Mummy and I suspect tomorrow morning may be a little tough, especially as we’re dropping our cat off for surgery just after. But I’m so glad my boys have each other and I’m comforted by the knowledge that I know how much they’re both going to thrive at school.
Thank you for reading. Alex xo
