Posted on | June 21, 2010 | No Comments
This Saturday my eldest son, aged 11, is heading for a week’s vacation on his ownio. Well ok, not totally alone. He’s holidaying with his auntie, cousins and grandparents, without me, his dad or siblings.
Its the longest stretch that we’ve ever been apart. I know he’s going to have a wonderful holiday, be totally well looked after and thoroughly enjoy himself. He’s very excited and can’t wait to go. But I must admit, I’m dreading it. I’ll miss him terribly. I’m very proud of him, he’s a terrific lad. Ok, I may be ever so slightly biased.
My baby is growing up and getting more and more independent and self sufficient. Time is racing by. Guess I’d better get used to it. Now to pack his bag and make sure he has everything. Busy, busy.
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