He is picking DS2 up from school most days now to save H having to do it. I took him there the first day so he's know which classroom to wait outside. He's well over 6ft now - taller than me and his dad - he met the TA who looked after him every day in reception when he cried and clung to me. She is tiny and she looked even more so compared to him. I hadn't realised quite how much those years at secondary school change them - the first bit of really growing up and away. He's sort of semi-detached from the family now but still good company when he's there.
I couldn't beleive he used to be like all those little boys running around the playground in red jumpers and grey trousers.
Anyone want to join me in a small nostalgic sigh?