04/09/2026
Morning update is coming a little bit late today… ☕️
Small person has returned to school.
LAST YEAR OF PRIMARY SCHOOL. How has that even happened?!
I didn’t even get the obligatory back-to-school photo this morning. To be honest, getting him there was enough.
He didn’t want to go. He was frightened and anxious after a really difficult evening yesterday, and he had around eight seizures just while we were getting ready and trying to get out of the door this morning.
He also refused every single bit of his lovely fresh uniform because it was all “too crispy” 😂 So he’s gone in old shorts, old T-shirt and old jumper. But he’s there! He even wet his hair down and brushed his teeth, so I’m calling that a bloody triumph.
But he did it.
He went in. ❤️
And I’m sitting here with my cup of tea feeling incredibly proud of him and very, very grateful.
Our little people’s minds can be carrying so much more than we realise. For some children, going back to school isn’t new shoes, a photo by the front door and skipping happily through the gates. Sometimes just getting through those gates is the achievement.
His problems are far from over. Today I’ll be back to chasing specialists, speaking to his epilepsy team and doing all the Mama Bear stuff that comes with loving this little human so ridiculously much.
But for now, I’m celebrating this morning’s win.
And I’m praying for all the little people going back to school this week, especially the ones who are frightened, anxious or finding it that little bit harder. And for the parents holding it together until they’re safely through the door. ❤️
We miss his Daddy particularly on days like this.
But we did it, little man.
Year 6. Bloody hell. 🥹
Right. Tea. Breathe. Then Supermum / Lovemud Dog Lady duties resume. Because apparently I need to do some actual work at some point too. ☕️😂
