The next step...
Dear Freddie,
Tomorrow you start school. My heart breaks. Who will be walking by my side? Who's voice will I always hear? I've moaned so much about the mess and now who's mess will I tidy? It doesn't seem right, I still have to help with your shoes and cut up your lunch but tomorrow I wont be there to do those things.
The sobs when Call Me Maybe comes on the radio will make people think I have lost the plot and I probably will have but we know don't we. All of those funny dances, crazy yoga postures and epic duets have been my entertainment for the past couple of years. Who will be my Prince Hans now?
When you walk into that classroom with your uniform on and book bag in hand tomorrow my instinct will be to scoop you up and run for the hills. I will try to resist and if not your Daddy will be there acting as supervisor. As well as sadness I will be filled with an overwhelming sense of pride. It certainly does not feel like four years ago since that doctor told us we were facing a battle that might not be won. But it wasn't us fighting sweetheart, it was you and you did us all proud.
So tomorrow (and right now) if you think I look sad its because I am but it is only because I have got to share you. How could I possibly keep you all to myself, you shine so bright that it would be cruel to not let others enjoy that light.
Love from Mummy
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