Article by Cary J Hansson
This week, my youngest son finished school for the summer. And as we’ve decided that next year, he’ll either catch the bus in winter or cycle in spring, I will no longer be collecting him from the school gates. There’s nothing unusual in this. It’s a commonplace occurrence that happens all over the world as parents, mostly mothers, come to terms with the fact that their child is growing away from them and a rather special era is over. So here is where I make my confession.
I’ve been the oldest mother at the school gates
For me, this era should have perhaps finished a decade or so ago. I’m fifty-five you see, and my youngest son is eleven and for the whole of his...