Another week has passed and I have hardly taken any photos yet again. I’m cheating a little and using one I took of Lucas on the school run this morning. He is going through one of his ‘no photos’ phases and huffs and runs off as soon as he sees my phone or camera so I’ve been trying to be good and let him be. However, when we walked to school this morning and it was so beautiful out, frost covered the few leaves left on the ground and I’d wrapped him up warm in his winter coat and hat, I couldn’t resist trying to take a few photographs. I used to take so many on the school run as I love how it documents our year; how he grows as the months go by, how the seasons change and the way the background differs. He doesn’t talk much as we walk to school, he’s a daydreamer and is more than happy to carry on in his own little world. This morning was nice as it’s the first time in a long time we haven’t been dodging the rain and wind, I’ll take the frost any day over the recent hailstones! It seemed so still and peaceful out; Lucas was fascinated by the white crunchy grass, especially on the school field.
As we got to the school doors he started to get upset and didn’t want to go in – this happened on Friday too and it’s the first time I’ve experienced tears as I’ve dropped him off. The first time in nearly 18 months of nursery, then school. Not only has it never happened before he is usually to complete opposite, all smiles and runs off before I can even say goodbye. I find it hard, I try to encourage him to go in without lingering and the teacher comes out to take his hand and lead him in. I know he is fine once he is in and settled but it’s thrown me as it’s happened out of the blue. I so wish I knew what was going on in that little head of his. I suspect he is probably a little tired, it’s been a long few weeks of school and I know they are busy with Christmas rehearsals which he probably isn’t too keen on. Also, we had such a lovely weekend together and maybe he misses being at home sometimes. I myself wish we just had one more day in our weekend. It always seems to pass so quickly. I’m already counting down till hometime so I can reassure him when he comes out of school. I know he’ll enjoy it as he gets into the classroom, and that it is just a little wobble in what has been a big change in his world but I do hope it doesn’t last too long.