Friday was my smurfs last day at what we call Playschool, he starts at school nursery on Wednesday. I cant believe my smurf will be putting on a uniform and walking through the gates of the same school I went to over 30 years ago!!! God that makes me feel so old.
It seems like only yesterday that he was born, all screwed up little face and waving arms and legs.
My precious boy, a child I never thought I would have and never realised how much I actually wanted until he was there squirming in my arms.
He was such a good baby, contented and peaceful, I could pass hours just looking at him. I wanted to hide us away and have him all to myself, selfish I know.
And I have watched him grow with wonder and awe, sometimes unable to believe that this little person is part off me, he is full of cheeky smiles and has an answer for everything...A true mischievous little boy, into everything and afraid of nothing. A child who can melt my heart with a smile and shatter it with word, then make it sing again in second with a little voice saying "mummy you are my best friend in the whole world" of course this same phrase is used for daddy, granny, grandad and his teddy in carefully given out compliments.
I will watch him go into that school nursery with pride and a lump in my throat, cause as he told me this week when I had the never to call him baby, "I not a baby mummy...I Zak....", my baby is turning into such a proper big boy.