First Day Blues


Is there any prouder moment than watching your teeny tiny (and rather highly strung) five year old daughter quash the nervous feeling in her tummy with some deep breathing – just like we practised – as she waves goodbye to you with a brave, proud half-smile on her first day of school?

If so, then it’s ahead of me. And I can only hope that, like this morning, I am able to put on my sunglasses and be swiftly on my way before the lump in my throat gets the better of me and I am wracked with uncontrollable sobs right there in the quadrangle.

Four hours have passed, and all the deep breathing I can muster isn’t dislodging the slightly sick feeling in my tummy. I can only hope our long held appointment at Baskin & Robbins this afternoon will do the trick…


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