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Loosening the apron strings....

Hi guys back again and so quickly.
Doesn't time go fast, I have lived here in my new life now for coming up to 4 years. My children are growing up I have a teenager who is learning all about life and a little man who is learning (I hope) to be a good man.
Today was the day I loosened the apron strings a wee bit.
My little man had his first day where he walked (well rode his bike) too and from school on his own.....
Scared you asked yes I was, but what is the life of a parent, but to teach there children how to grow up into an independent and good (if that is the right word) adult/human being. Of course SAFELY too.
I'm sure there will be times when I still go with him as I cling onto his childhood and the playground friends I have made. But primarily he is growing up. I am lucky in the fact that our school is very very close and there is only 1 road (which is not a main road) for him to cross.
So just a short one tonight guys. Good night to you all x

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  1. Andrea . Charcoal and Crayons25 November 2011 at 23:45

    Sometimes I wish my little guy would stay little forever! But on the other hand, I love watching him learn and grow. Hopefully, when the time comes, I'll be able to loosen the apron strings too.

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