My daughter’s last day of primary school was really exhausting and very emotional too. I had expected to be like this but I did not foresee this sense loss I’m feeling at the moment. The girls and boys were brilliant during their leavers’ assembly, remembering the old times, the first day of school seven years ago, the funny moments, the important ones and above their affection for one another. For me it was just like a minute a go, for them it is already two thirds of their lives.
And although I understand that my little baby girl is not really that “little” any more (actually she is taller than me now!) and that she is mature enough and ready to go on to secondary school, I do not feel ready to “let her go”. The 'big' new school does not intimidate her but it frightens me. She won’t be alone there, but I won’t be around the corner if she needs me. She won’t be in her small cosy school any more... And she is already slipping away from me…I’m selfish, I know…but I love her...
