So here’s our Barney, four and a bit years old, ready to go to school at eight o’clock this morning. He was very excited and keen to talk to other children about Thunderbirds. Thanks to all the pre-school preparation, he already knew his teacher and his way into his classroom; so in he trotted, perfectly happy, giving me just a cursory cuddle as he went.
I strolled home in a thoughtful frame of mind. My gorgeous, wonderful, funny, argumentative and entertaining little son is now starting his own life; from now on he’ll be learning to form his own opinions, choose his own friends, decide his own future. Good luck to ya, little fella. I love you.
(5th September 2006)