An Emotional Last Walk To Junior School Together

The time has eventually come for my little boy to leave junior school; the school that he has been a pupil at for 8 years. That is a big chunk of our children’s lives. Their junior school is all they know. A place where they made their first friends, where they learnt to read and write, where they were taught discipline and where they grew into the children that they now are.

My son has learnt so much more than I ever thought would be possible.

He has learnt how to overcome difficulties and not see them as a chore but to tackle them head on and come out winning.

He will be leaving year 6 with skills that will guide him on his way into year 7.

He will be leaving with hope and dreams.

He has learnt that with the right mindset that he can go anywhere and be anything that he wants to be. He has learnt that anything is possible with determination and drive; focused on achieving and pushing himself academically to the next level.

He leaves year 6, leaving his nest and soaring into the sky. Reaching for his dreams, following his heart and soul. He is leaving behind his past and spreading his wings and flying to bright future.

On Friday we held hands the whole way to school for the last time. I held onto it tightly. For 20 minutes we held hands and talked.

We talked about our memories of school and how much he has progressed in the last year.

It was emotional knowing that this was our last journey to his school together. There may have been a few tears hidden under my sunglasses.

My little boy is now a big boy. How am I going to cope?

He told me, on our last journey together, that he wasn’t ready to leave, he didn’t want to go to secondary school. This got me choked.

I know he is ready but the fact that he feels he is not is upsetting.

I told him that he has to leave in order to climb that mountain and make his way to greater places.

He takes with him amazing friendships and memories that will stay with him forever.

I savoured every step and I breathed in every moment. I held his hand like it was a piece of me.

His next journey to school will be with his older brother in September. I will not be holding his hand nor will he be receiving a kiss at the gate to his school.

It’s time for him to climb the mountains and soar high into the sky, showing everyone that there is no limit to what he can achieve.

It’s time for him to refuse to be average and disembark on a new adventure, to make new memories and bonds with new friends.

 

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4 thoughts on “An Emotional Last Walk To Junior School Together

  1. Ahh! I feel exactly the same as you but it was raining here so I couldn’t hide behind my sunglasses. I full on cried in the yard at the last pick up.
    I am sure our kids will do great in year 7. It’s a new adventure x

    1. There were so many wet eyes around. i had tears for the leaver sin my school and I don’t even know them that well. It’s just an emotional journey for the children and adults; the end but the start of something new x

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