25/08/2026
Today is the beginning of the end of our little world as we know it.
And that sounds ridiculously dramatic when all that’s actually happening is… my little boy is starting nursery.
But today was our last Tuesday.
Our last Tuesday where it’s just me and him. No nursery. No work to rush off to. Just a whole day to fill with whatever we fancy. Going out, finding something fun to do, making memories out of completely ordinary things.
For over two years, his world has mostly been mine too.
And now his is getting bigger.
There will be people I don’t know making him laugh. Little friendships I’m not part of. Things he’ll learn that I didn’t teach him. Stories from his day that happened without me there.
Which is exactly how it’s supposed to be.
But no one really tells you how strange it feels when you realise you have to start sharing them with the world.
I’ve spent so much of the last two years thinking about when things will get easier. When I’ll have more time. When I’ll be able to get more done.
And now that time is actually coming…
I’m looking at this sleeping little face thinking I’d quite like one more Tuesday.
I think parenting is full of these endings you don’t realise are endings until you’re standing right in them.
So tonight I’m cuddling him a little longer.
Because next Tuesday, our worlds get a little bit bigger. ❤️
