I see you watching your little sidekick. Your little companion of the last 4 years. I see the lump in your throat as you contemplate how things are soon to change, how your sidekick is about to embark on the biggest adventure of their life so far.
I see you blinking back tears as they try on their uniform, get measured for their first pair of school shoes. How you are building them up, creating excitement for them. But how your heart is hurting in your chest.
I see you watching the calendar, noticing the days that keep relentlessly sliding by. August, gone. Now it is almost September. It is nearly time.
I see the extra cuddles, the holding of hands, the stolen kisses.
Soon they will be excitedly holding your hand on the walk into school, hanging their pe kit on their peg, saying goodbye. And you will walk away and leave them there. And it will feel like you are being torn. You have nurtured and loved this little person and now you are trusting someone else to care for them.
But they will. They will be so well cared for. The worst part is absolutely the anticipation. The waiting. The sadness and the impending sense of loss.
But want to know the best bit? You are not losing them. You get to keep them, they are yours. All the life lessons you have taught them so far are being carried into that classroom with them. They know they are loved; they know they are safe, and they know they will see you at the end of their day.
You now get to see the fruits of your labour flourish and bloom. They will grow and amaze you in ways you will never have contemplated. They will have such tales to tell and things to show you and share. You will burst with pride.
Sometimes you will want to deliver them back to their teacher in the first half hour of getting them back as they turn into hangry and tired monster versions of themselves (!). But you get to keep the mama. They are yours. All will be well; all will be well.