It was our little boy's first day at Jolly Tots (day nursery thing) by himself today. We had discussed if he would be OK by himself, if he would scream for Mummy or anything like that.
When it came to it, he just hurtled in, without saying goodbye and started playing with the other kids.
First time we've experienced that the hardest part of being a parent is letting go.
I read something about a Dad and his teenage daughter. How the Dad fell the shock of loss when his daughter ran to her new boyfriend when she arrived off a train, rather than her Dad.
We got a little of what that's going to feel like today