So it was my DD’s last day at kindy yesterday and you could have been forgiven for thinking that it was my last day on God’s green earth. I felt so sad for the end of such a wonderful year, but anybody who knows me, knows I tend to grieve for the end of anything. Even a book. I get this sense of ‘loss’ that seems to envelop me and that I can’t tend to shake.
Yesterday was yet another example. I tried a few times to thank my daughter’s fantastic C&K teachers for doing such a wonderful job throughout the year, and yet I couldn’t get past the initial smile. The mere thought of saying thank-you and what I wanted to say, was enough to produce a lump in my throat so big that I had to just walk away each time. Pathetic. I mean, REALLY?! What the hell am I going to do when she finishes primary school? Or high school? Or uni?! Let’s all hope that I get over it by then and harden up.