meeting my new classes

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the penguin march

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a level results day

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Lonely roads

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limted bandwidth

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internet shopping

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the witch hunt

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pressure is a privilege

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no longer a mum

mother carrying her baby while looking at the nature scenery
Photo by Josh Willink on Pexels.com

The time has passed like a crimson ribbon

Running through the air in waves,

Ups and downs of blood and tears and laughs

And at the end of all these twisting roads

We find ourselves with scissors in our hands,

Standing, ready – to cut and hack the cord.

Our adult child is done with us, they drift

Out into a world we hope they know,

We’ve helped them understand.

My son turns eighteen on Sunday, and I know that it’s not true, but it feels like as of Sunday I won’t be a mum anymore. I know that you’re always a mum once you have conceived, whether they are born or not and whether they make it to adulthood or not. That all seems to be beside the point.

However, there is the definite ending of one chapter and the beginning of another at this point. Even though he is taking a year out and not going to university until next September, it still feels like a part of him is going somewhere.

I guess I have to go through a little midlife crisis now as every mother has to go a bit nuts when the little ones fly the nest. I think I need to shave my head, pierce my nose and then go backpacking around Thailand.

That should sort it.

Much Love

Rachel xx