KELLY BROWN: I tried to be brave, but just couldn’t hold the tears at bay

But then I went out of the school gate and started to well up.

My little man is growing up.

Dropping him off at a nursery and seeing him start school a year after many of his little chums helped to create the illusion he was 
still a tiny boy.

But seeing him all dressed up in his uniform, skipping to school and putting up his sticker to say he was having a school dinner confirmed it. He is growing up fast.

And his sister is not that far behind him, either. But I digress...

For months I have been looking at my four-year-old boy (who turns five next week) and have known he was ready for school.

His curiosity, his thirst for knowledge and the need for a little more structure and guidance were there for all to see.

And I thought knowing this meant I was ready, too.

For weeks everyone has been asking me how I was feeling about his starting school and I always answered that I was fine.

I knew I was going to miss spending precious time with him, but school is what he needed and there was nothing I could do.

Then I redecorated his room and he moved into a proper single bed.

Then he got the last of his school uniform.

Then we had a last couple of days out together.

Then I was dropping him off at school...

He had been so worried for such a long time about school that I think I had spent all my energy and thoughts concentrating on being positive and helping him.

So maybe it was the relief that he was all happy when I dropped him off on that first day which all of a sudden made me think about how I was feeling.

Still, at least I was not the only one feeling emotional. There was more than one mum with tears in their eyes or streaming down their faces.

Enjoy your children while they are young, I am always told.

How very true that is!

But then I went out of the school gate and started to well up.

My little man is growing up.

Dropping him off at a nursery 
and seeing him start school a year 
after many of his little chums 
helped to create the illusion he was 
still a tiny boy.

But seeing him all dressed up in his uniform, skipping to school and putting up his sticker to say he was having a school dinner confirmed it. 
He is growing up fast.

And his sister is not that far behind him, either. But I digress...

For months I have been looking at my four-year-old boy (who turns five next week) and have known he was ready for school.

His curiosity, his thirst for knowledge and the need for a little more structure and guidance were there for all to see.

And I thought knowing this meant I was ready, too.

For weeks everyone has been asking me how I was feeling about his starting school and I always answered that I was fine.

I knew I was going 
to miss spending 
precious time with him, but school is what he needed and there was nothing I could do.

Then I redecorated 
his room and he moved into a proper single bed.

Then he got the last of his school uniform.

Then we had a last couple of days out together.

Then I was dropping him off at school...

He had been so worried for such a long time about school that I think I had spent all my energy and thoughts concentrating on being positive and helping him.

So maybe it was the relief that he was all happy when I dropped him off on that first day which all of a sudden made me think about how I was feeling.

Still, at least I was not the only one feeling emotional. There was more than one mum with tears in their eyes or streaming down their faces.

Enjoy your children while they are young, I am always told.

How very true that is!

kelly.brown@chiobserver.co.uk