Good grief. My eldest went off to secondary this morning for the very first time.
I gave him a hug when he came down in his uniform as he said 'it feels weird' and I know he was nervous, and I took a photo of him and his younger brother to send to the family WhatsApp.
Then I waved him off when his best friend knocked for him. I admit I did take a photo of their backs as they were walking down the street together, but I only shared that with his best friends parents.
I'm thinking of my son lots today, but I'm not crying. I'm excited for him!