Today is Eldest's last day at primary school. About an hour ago, a bunch of parents straggled away from the Leavers' Assembly, weeping and occasionally clutching at each other.
Emotions are running high. This morning, Eldest said "O!M!G!" about a hundred times whilst getting ready for the day.There will be tears before bedtime, and not all of them will be hers.
This summer we'll buy new uniform; but also we'll do craft, yoga,
camping, cycling - all the usual things. There's still a summer, but
both Eldest and I are in danger of forgetting that today.
In an odd twist of fate, we'll be needing the basement room this summer as an actual spare room, rather than a place where we file things away that we don't want to deal with. The last few weeks I've spent hours down there, shredding and tossing pieces of Eldest's childhood - three lever arch files full of Statements of Special Educational Needs, ten years' worth of physiotherapy and occupational therapy and speech therapy, including exercises for a tiny child who could be persuaded to reach in any direction as long as someone was blowing soap bubbles. I've kept precious paintings, some project work, school reports - but her primary school days are over, and I need to let go of them.
My basement is clear. We're in the moment. We're all so Zen over here.