As we come towards the end of the holiday a small shadow is encroaching on my holiday bliss; my youngest son, my baby, is starting school. A year ago I went through the emotional roller coaster of my eldest son starting school. Just as I had been warned since the day he was born – the time had just flown. Now I have to face it all over again, but somehow this time seems more of a milestone – because once my baby is at school, what do I do?
When I went on maternity leave I knew I wasn’t going back, for me it just wasn’t ever in question, and luckily I had a really supportive family to make this easier. The past few years of being full-time mummy have been hard, but also very rewarding and I wouldn’t have swapped it for anything. Now, as my youngest pulls on his uniform, I feel that it really is the end of that chapter. Although I have worked part-time and been involved in numerous things, I was predominantly a mummy. Now, with both children at school, my daily purpose and routine will be left gapingly empty, and I feel I can no longer call myself a stay-at-home-mummy.