On Thursday night me and mr M&TTT ( aka a day in this dads life ) went to JR’s school to find out what will be happening September when he starts school. To be honest other than starting full time to JR there really won’t be that much difference as he’s already at their nursery and as they have an early years education unit has been mixing with the reception children and has been in the reception classes.
The uniform he will wear is the same as he wears to nursery: white shirt/polo top, tie, royal blue school sweatshirt, grey/black trousers, grey socks and black shoes.

It will be absolutely no different, I know all the staff, he knows all the staff, after all he’s been going there since January 2012. Yet every time I think about it I feel like crying.
On July 10th he will stay for a school dinner, £1.90 plus 40p for a drink he’s very excited by this, but to me although its exciting its also another bright neon arrow pointing to the fact he’s growing up.
He’ll start school sometime between September 4th and September 10th as they stagger the start, taking those they feel won’t settle as easy 1st, then it’s only mornings and dinner until September 16th when he actually, truly, properly will be at school, for the next 16 years of his life Monday-Friday 8.45-3.15 he’ll be expected to be in class (except school holidays obviously) no more spontaneous day trips, to stourport, Alton towers, legoland. My boy will be mine no more he’ll spend most of the day with others 30 other children and his teachers they will be moulding my baby boy, choosing what he learns, what he sees and how he’s allowed to behave.
How did my little boy go from this:

To this?

This scares me, this really scares me! Any one else feel the same, am I just being silly, or are these natural parental, motherly fears? Drop me a comment and let me know what you think!