Looking through a notebook I've been using recently, I was surprised to find some older writing of mine. Here's a heartfelt piece from September 7, 2006, my son's third day of grade 1:
Morning at the Mall
Oh, how I miss you and our life
You are in grade 1 now.
You are not in a little car I push around at the mall.
You haven't been for a while, ofcourse.
One day you got out of one of those cars
And never got in again.
There are so many other little guys at the mall.
With their Mums.
They have taken our place.
I am crying.
It is over
That stage in our life.
I loved it
Time is moving on
And I wish it wasn't right now.