Things have been dominated this week on the back to school thing, or more specifically starting school for Johnny. Can he mange okay with changing for PE? Will a full day leave him exhausted? Is there anything that will convince him to poo in an unfamiliar toilet? All the usual motherly concerns.
But amidst the clucking and preparation a little voice has been whispering - 'And you?'.
On Mark's first day at school, I was astonished at the sight of a mother of three (a perfectly sensible, practical woman) openly bawling as her smallest daughter skipped happily into Reception. Perhaps now I can understand the feeling of a child sized hole left in the pit of your stomach.
I am no longer the mother of small children. And the feeling is akin to the one I was hit by right after I gave birth. I really really miss my bump.