Today is Charlie’s last day at his infant school. After being in the same building since he was 3, he finishes this chapter today and will be moving over to the junior school.
To look at Charlie, you’d realise there is nothing infant about him. He is so incredibly tall for his age and towers over most kids in his class. He’s always been so tall which in a weird way always makes things like this, big milestones, that little bit easier. He acts much older and is wise beyond his seven years. He has the ability to hold “banter” with adults and literally like he’s one of the gang in his mannerisms and topics of conversation (usually darts and football!)
It does seem a little premature. I can’t believe that he’s already sped through nursery, reception, year one and now year two. He has changed in every way possible too. He started nursery as a timid little boy who didn’t mix very well as he was so shy; he leaves in year two as a chatty much loved kid who seems somehow to have pockets of friends all over the school. The years literally have flown by and I’m sat here wondering how. How are we here?!?!
The junior school is just across the playground so it isn’t going to be that much of a change but for me it feels massive. I’ll no longer take him to the playground and wait for the whistle to signal them to line up as I give him a loss and watch him go in. Instead I’ll be leaving him at the top of the drive to go into the playground then classroom himself. He is going to gain a whole new found independence and luckily he is so ready for it. There’s no part of me that worries or has any concerns – it’s just a purely selfish sadness on my part. My only boy is growing up and growing away from me.
So today is the last chapter in this part of his life. Come September, he will be off and he is going to love it!