So many emotions go through me as I send my two boys off to high school and one for the first time.
I will post much more fully when Beauty starts on Wednesday, but sufficed to say that as easier I think it gets year after year to see them off, and know a new life is beginning for them, a a great future lies ahead…..it also gets so much harder.
I stood there today snapping pictures of my middle child all dressed up in the “uniforme official “ of the school, the tie, the grey pinstriped trousers, and the polished shoes. The short cropped hair and the immaculate white ironed shirt with the plaid vest…and I cried behind my camera.
You would think you would get used to this-but you never really do.
One more millstone, one more hurdle in the future of never knowing.
One more battle won; one more plan materialized to get this child the best education and sports program possible that he was so deserving of in every single way despite his emergency surgery on the important sports exam date.
One more child who won’t depend on you for their decisions in the way they always used to. They will hear you, but they may not listen.
One more child..out there today starting the life that was meant to be his. His way.
