End of era
Last night was my “baby” boy’s last pre-school concert. A day he looked forward to, not because it’s his last but because he would finally be part of the group graduating. The ‘big kids’. The group that gets to be greeted by the younger ones.
He looked so big and yet so small in his graduation robe.
At times he looked a bit uncertain. I think it dawned on him that part of being the ‘big kid’, also means that he will now be moving on to ‘big school’. With a new teacher. New friends.
I can’t believe this is the end of it. No more pre-school. No more driving up and down between schools. All three my boys in the same school.
In all honesty, I have been looking forward to this but now that it’s here, it is very bitter-sweet.
It hit me yesterday, that Zander will always be the one to bring on the “last”. Last pre-school day. Last bulletjie-rugby. Last primary school. Together with him moving on from one milestone to another, it will always be the last.
Best I get used to it now.
Since my dad was saying last night that he still thinks of me as his baby and it doesn’t feel that long ago that I graduated from pre-school, here is my pre-school graduation photo.