So this is a slightly different post than normal. I thought I’d do a wee bit about Max. Today he started back to school after having eight weeks off for the summer holidays and we were both a bit emotional!
I have enjoyed every second of the holidays with him and it is amazing how much more I appreciate the summer holidays now one of my children is at school.
Last September Max started into Primary 1, which meant he was in school from 8.45am until 1.35pm – a long time! Life completely changes when your children start school and last year it took me at least a month to adjust to him being away from me for five hours a day, five days a week.
I found it really tough to suddenly go from spending all my time with my baby and then putting him into the care of someone I didn’t really know and trusting him or her to make sure the most precious thing in my life is ok.
I loved the weekends when he had two whole days at home, and then I was always looking forward to the holidays – Halloween, Christmas, Easter – and then the lovely long Summer.
Never mind me though – once Max settled into school he thrived. He has always had a thirst for knowledge and absorbed everything he was taught, made some fantastic wee friends and looked forward to going everyday. He would tell me about playing super heroes in the playground, show me the new words he had learned and do his sums no problem. He made me beam with pride (and shed a few tears of course!) in his Christmas play, watching him learning to read books was amazing and his school report also made me cry!
And now into Primary 2…I found it hard letting him go again today after such a wonderful Summer, but when I picked him up and watched him running around the playground with his friends it was lovely to see him so happy.
Max is my wonderful baby boy. He is confident, kind and caring with a huge heart. He is always happy, loves cuddles and has a wee face that just lights up the room. He is smart, a little mischievous (I think Lucia brings out that side in him!) and he absolutely adores his wee sister. He loves lying up on the bed when we do Lucia’s rub and even likes to help us do it sometimes, which is so lovely.
He knows to be careful of her little feet and legs and is already so protective of her. He is also very proud to be her big brother and puts an arm over her shoulder when we are out and about. I couldn’t be any prouder of the beautiful little boy that he is.