This is Monday 7:15am.
They trot into school, eager to see their friends again, without a backward glance at me.
And part of me feels wistful. They may love me, but they don’t need me, not like they used to.
There’s really something to be said about seeing your child(ren) branch out into the world. I’m not a sentimental nor emotional kind of person, and yet, I do feel a little pang when I wave bye to them every morning.
I hang around, Chloe and I, eyes on my boys as they walk into school. Wondering if they’ll look back and search for me.
They never do.
They’re happy, and for that reason, so am I.