23/08/2026
I’m washing my son’s school uniform today…
His first school uniform.
And for some reason, as I’m standing there washing these tiny little shirts and trousers, I’m taken right back to washing tiny newborn clothes before he was born.
The same feeling of wondering who this little person would become.
Except now I know.
I know he’s determined, is a natural at making friends, he’s got better banter than most adults I know and he’s so independent but still leans on us when he needs.
I know the things he loves, the things that make him laugh, the things that scare him, the things that make him… him.
And suddenly I’m thinking about how quickly we’ve got here.
This is the boy who made me a mummy.
The first little person who completely changed my world.
And now I’m washing his uniform ready for his first day at school.
It’s exciting. We are ready…
It’s a little bit scary.
And I feel ridiculously proud.
And if I’m honest, there’s a tiny part of me that wants to slow everything down.
Because I don’t think I realised that preparing for a milestone like this would bring so many memories with it.
It’s not just about him starting school.
It’s about remembering the baby he was, looking at the little boy he’s become, and realising that I’m stepping into another new chapter of motherhood too.
I’ve been spending lots of time thinking about getting him ready for this next stage, I haven’t given myself much time.
And I think that’s why I’ve been thinking about preparation so much lately.
We spend so much time preparing for our babies… but preparing for ourselves matters too.
For the birth.
For the transition.
For becoming a mum, or becoming a mum again.
Because these big moments change us too. 🤍
So tonight, I’ll be labelling his clean uniform. I’m not going to kid myself and think I’ll be ironing it.
But I’ll have a little moment over the fact that the tiny baby clothes I once washed with so much anticipation have somehow turned into a school uniform.
How did that happen? 🫶🏼
