It felt strange, sort of silly really.
There I was, walking home pushing an empty pram.
She had been our daily companion for the last 18 months and today was her first full day at daycare.
The first of many goodbyes that she would say as she moved on through life: primary school at five, her secondary education as she entered her teenage years, university, marriage and so on.
It all flashed through my mind in a few seconds as I looked down at the empty pram before me.
In some ways it felt like an end of something - but then too, it was a new beginning. The start of the next new and exciting phase in her life.
Several minutes later I found myself at home sending greetings to my closest friend on the occasion of his 65th birthday and wondering how his mum felt the first time she let him go out into the big bad world alone?
A letter to my unanswered question
7 years ago
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment