I was quite proud of how I managed to hold it together. I had a few wobbly moments over the weekend, as I ironed name labels into his uniform and on Monday night as I prepared his packed lunch and I was worried I would show him – and myself – up by blubbering at the gates. I was fine…until, as I turned to give one last wave, he called across the classroom
“I love you so much, Mummy. I’ll miss you.” It was then that I made the fatal error of making eye contact with another mum.
“Aww, bless him.” she smiled, and that was it. My lip started quivering and I had to make a quick dash before the snotty sobs started.
I got absolutely nothing done on Tuesday. Actually, that’s a lie. I phoned my mum, I phoned my best friend, I checked my phone approximately every ten seconds for missed calls from school and spent hours scrolling through photos of him. Very productive. At half past two, I was stood in my hallway, shoes on, keys in hand ready to leave to pick him up at 3pm. I live a five minute walk from school. Yes, I know it’s slightly pathetic.