Confessions from a mum to her son
Dear Darling T,
Today is a normal Friday in our life as a family of three. Daddy and I got you ready for school and I walked you down the road to wait for the school bell.
Today you are five 'and a half' (as you like to point out) and as I held your warm little hand tightly across the road I was suddenly struck by a thought that one day these normal mornings, that at times can feel hectic and repetitive, will no longer exist.
Of course there are still many times when you will want me to hold your hand; when you hurt yourself, when you succeed or even when you fail, but those times are finite and one day soon you will no longer need me in the same way.