I am at it again. STOP IT!!!! Stop doing this.
I will tell you what started me off. Christopher brought home his sample class photo today. It is so small it is hard to see if it is a good one or not, but I always get the class pic anyway. Anyway, I looked at it and his little smiling face sat there, front row on the end. I then scanned the picture to see who else I could spot. He started jumping up at me saying 'There's Zara, There's Zara!!' pointing to her. And as I studied the faces of the little children I felt so sad. They all look so little yet these small people have been a part of his life for just a few months shy of two years. That is a long time. That is 2 fifths of his life. He spends 6 1/2 hours each day with these people. That is a big part of his waking day. And there I am, planning on taking it all away from him. And it is days like this that I question myself and ask 'How can you do this?'
In my mind I picture him dressed in a different uniform, walking into a whole new building where nothing is familiar. I picture myself having to kiss him and walk away and leave him there. There will be no familiar faces. Not in the little people or the big people. The whole thing will be new and different, new classrooms, new playgrounds, new canteens. Nothing there to reassure him and make him smile. No Zara to sit next to. No Oliver to laugh with. Just a whole bunch of new people.
Should I really force him to take this new journey? And Lewis. Lewis who has been incredibly close to one friend for the past 6 years. My little Lewis who is so tiny. Can I do it to him?
Up until the photo I had got my head around the fact that this was the best thing. And was keeping my fingers crossed that they would be offered places. I have even arranged a place to park thanks to Lucy. I told myself that this new journey may to rocky at first but that it would set them on the right path, a better path.
I look at the two new children in Christopher's class. The first couple days they were quiet. They looked scared. And their Mum's looked worried as they walked off, leaving them behind in this new place, surrounded by a new bunch of little people. And yet now, just a few weeks later those two little people run off smiling each day. There Mum's look happy as they kiss them goodbye.
So again, I leave this massive decision in the hands of fate. It all depends on what the letter will say in 2 weeks time. And I know that no matter what it says I will be both happy and sad at the same time.
I will leave you with a picture of Squirrel. He looks quite sad in it. He wasn't. He was happily playing in the park with his bubbles.

I will leave you with some words from the song I am listening to:
Along lifes road
There will be sunshine and rain
Roses and thorns
Laughter and pain
And 'cross the miles
You will face mountains so steep
Deserts so long and valleys so deep
Sometimes the journeys gentle
Sometimes the cold winds blow
But I want you to remember
I want you to know
You will never walk alone....
