The day has finally come. As she came down the stairs this morning, all sleepy and rustic, I actually got all teary. We had a cuddle and an upbeat talk about the day. She was very excited to have her shoes on, uniform neat and tidy and lunch in her lunch box. After yesterday’s debacle we were ready to go with time to spare.

Arriving at school was great. She went straight into her class, found her name at her desk and greeted her friends. She was OK!

She is home now (they only had a half day today) and she is full of news about what she did. I’m very proud of her (and proud of me for not crying!).