and all I want to do is hold on to him so tight that he stays my little pirate and doesn't grow up.
and not weep when I talk about it, write about it or think about it - or meet the teacher, like I did today.
I feel like he is being taken away from me and that there must be someone out there I can beg with to keep him close.
and this has really really surprised me cause he has been in childcare full time for years and intellectually I am excited in the world that school will open up to him.
emotions are strange things