Today I walked all three of my children to school for the first time. The sun was shining bright but the air had a little chill, a little nip reminding us that autumn is coming. I stood behind them as I watched my three amazing children make their way down the road. Erin’s bunches swung as she walked. Her uniform pristine and a little too long, cardigan sleeves rolled up in anticipation for a growth spurt later in the year. She was giddy with excitement of having her first long day in school. She shone with enthusiasm as she chatted non stop debating and deliberating about what the day would bring.
Standing tall next to her, hockey sticks slung across her lean frame was Chloe who wanted to walk with us today. Chloe’s bus stop is en route to the primary school and I couldn’t help but remembering the first time I did this walk some ten years ago when Chloe was four. My two girls, so devoted to each other. The time has gone in a blink.
Silently riding alongside was Dylan. Scooting ahead but constantly looking behind him, not going far from our view. Protective of his little sister he didn’t scoot off desperate to claim some independence but rather he waited and watched until she had gone in via her entrance.
Its a far cry of the ear splitting arguments and insults that they can throw at each other at home or in the garden. Car journey’s are particularly noisy affairs these days, three in the back always causes misery even in a large seven seater car.
But today just for that ten minute walk the air was calm, it was a picture of siblings who looked out for each other, it was siblings all going to school together for the first time. I smiled a wry smile as I marvelled at how my little family were all growing up.