Back to the routine

Here and there are some new signs of Autumn to remind us that our long and busy Summer is almost a distant and pleasant memory. 

F started Kindergarten last week. Although it is in the same school he's been going for the last year and a half, I somehow felt a door had been shut and a new phase was starting. He left home with a big smile stamped on his face, his new tie around his tiny neck ("Just like Daddy" he kept saying) and his huge backpack on his back. When we arrived in front of the classroom he suddenly felt shy, held my hand a little tighter and clearly retained his tears. I did the same. 

This week was also P's first day of Preschool. Some tears rolled down. But he's slowly adapting. My little baby is not a baby anymore. No more diapers, no more bottles and (almost) no more pacifier. He's also part of a group now and becoming aware of it. He's slowly letting my hand go, gaining his independence, but always looking back for me.