Today was the first of what is doomed to be a year of lasts for me.
My twins are in grade 6 this year, which means this is their last year of primary school. It’s amazing how many things I will never experience again once this year ends.
Tonight the primary school hosted it annual twilight sports competition, and even though I will be honest and admit that I wasn’t really looking all that forward to going, I realise now that this was because I was dreading facing what would be the first of my long list of last experiences.
This is this last time I will watch my babies compete against their primary school friends. The last time I will sit on the oval with the other mums cheering our teams on.
Don’t get me wrong after 10 years at the primary school I am ready for the twins to go to high school, but I would not be true to myself if I did not admit that the idea that they are growing up so quickly is terrifying.
I feel like I’ve only just blinked and 12 years have raced by. How quickly times flies. Term one is almost over, before I know it the year will be gone, and I will have experienced the last year six musical, the last carols by candlelight, the last assembly, the last primary school year.
Tonight my twins were victorious. Their happy faces were beaming. They both raced their little hearts out and excelled in the wheelbarrow races winning 3 out of the 5 races. I could not be more proud.