Real Gone Kid

What a difference 8 months makes.

Now you’re too cool to cling on to your mum (at least not in front of your mates). And though it’s a relief not to have you anxious or upset to be separated from me, I admit I’m a little sad that you’re so eager to leave my protective arms.

Perhaps it’s a second child thing. Or maybe it’s just your personality, that you’re keen to grow up fast and show how independent you can be.

Brodie was confident when he started school. But at least he made us hang around outside the classroom window, so he could wave and blow us kisses. You were just 2, and loved pressing your little nose up to the glass, watching the goings-on in the classroom. It was a few months before my big boy started to forget I was standing outside, and no longer needed the reassurance of us hanging around.

Back then I had you to fill my days. Going home to an empty house is strange. I’m not sure I like it. But I can’t steal you back, can I?

All this time I’ve been thinking once you were both at school I’d get my life back. Watching you go through those doors, I’m realising you ARE my life. Both of you. Being apart for 6 hours a day doesn’t change that.

But I’m applying for jobs now, and thinking of other projects I can work on. I’ve devoted my time to you boys 24-7 and this is my chance to get back some of my independence.

So I guess it’s been a nerve-wracking few days… for me.

You? You’ve sailed through it, with a bit of help from your proud big brother.

Long may it continue baby boy. But I still miss you.

Love, Mum