The summer days are skipping away quicker than ice cream melts on a hot afternoon. As summer retreats the first day of school draws near. Lazy morning give way to the before school dance where children dawdle as mothers grow both exasperated and late.
I've spent most of summer in denial, the logical part of me knows my babies are going to school but the Mummy in me is nowhere near ready to let go. I don't know if it is that I know that this is the last time I will wave a little one off looking as if they'll never grow into their shorts and as helpless as a kitten or whether my fears for the Little Man are just running riot.
Yesterday we went to a birthday party. Miss COTU was in her element, little social butterfly that she is but Little Man interacted a little but was more than content to do his own thing. Last night I didn't sleep very well. All I could play through my mind was the What If game. What if he can't make friends, what if he doesn't cope, what if he falls behind.
Today though I didn't achieve much at work but my mind was churning and then I thought What if. What if he makes friends on his terms, what if he learns to cope, what if he travels at his own pace.
Little Man has differences but he has so much more to offer. Maybe there will be challenges but maybe just maybe I need to let go, okay, just a little.
I can't live his life for him, but I believe in him, and I know he can.