It seemed quite weird how excited everybody was, not just Mr 5 (who had tried his uniform on 39 times in the few days before he started) but myself and hubby were just as pumped about him starting.
It was like Christmas Eve and New Years all tied into one, I couldn’t sleep with anticipation. The morning before we left was smooth sailing and little man taught me a thing or two about staying cool, calm and collected.
Arriving at school we quickly touched base with his teacher, identified where his desk would be, had a quick run-down of the morning routine, stayed for a quick welcome assembly and then he was off without so much as ‘seeya mum’ (although we did get a sneaky thumbs-up when he spotted us peeking in the window).
Some mums and dads were a little weepy, some strategically wearing rather large sunglasses but I was insanely excited and filled with happiness that our little man was embarking on this huge chapter in his life with the laid-back casualness he takes on most ‘big’ things. Let’s just hope it lasts!