Dear Max

No more sleeps, my sweet thing, it’s time for the next chapter in our lives. Today we’re starting playschool, and I know strictly speaking it’s you who is starting, but I feel like I’m starting something too. For me, it’s a bit of letting go, a bit of trusting, a bit of change, but for both of us, it’s about learning and new experiences.

I have our outfits ready, camera charged, and your bag packed. It gave me excitement and sadness while I packed basic items of nappies, wipes and a change of clothing. It made me heartsore to be packing items for you for hours when I won’t be there, and anxious about who will be changing your nappies and clothes, and whether they’ll need to jump up and down or throw toys around like I do to distract you from the terrible terrible time you have when we change you.

But I’m so excited too – there are new people, toys, songs and stories ahead, and I feel like we’ve found the perfect playschool for you for now. It makes me happy that you’ve reached this next stage, and I’m proud of you already. I know you’ll do great, and I bloody well hope I do great too. I suspect there’ll be big-girl tears, but I suspect they’ll be ones of pride, but just in case, I’m wearing my biggest sunnies and waterproof Maybelline mascara.

“You’re on your own, and you know what you know.
And you will be the guy who’ll decide where you’ll go.
Oh the places you you’ll go.” – Dr Seuss

I hope there is lots of growth, music and fun…
x Mom

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