My social media feeds have been flooded with "first day of school" photos this week; sweet, momentous captures of smiling kids and their proud parents. On Monday I witnessed all the newbies in the playground - tiny bodies swamped by big brimmed hats - and I reminded myself that next year, it will be Poet's turn.
I had every intention of sending her to Montessori for four days this year; she loves it there and Daniel and I would benefit from the extra work day. But this week reminded me that it's really not that long till she's in school five days a week - and we'll never get this year of spontaneity back - so I'm changing my plans.
She'll still be at pre-school three days a week and on those days I'll juggle work and Percy so that when she's home, we'll get some special time just the two of us. Even if our plans are simple, stay-at-home ones, she'll be eager to help; she loves a good domestic project, this girl of mine. Of course, there will be mornings at the park, cafe dates and painting sessions, too. And I'm hoping that towards the end of the year, when Percy isn't so needy, that we'll hop on the train to Sydney and have a girl's day in the city.
Do you have a little one in their last year of pre-school?