22/07/2025
Today marks the last day of primary school for my daughter. And with it, the closing of a chapter that’s shaped nearly a decade of my life.
Nine years of walking to the school gates.
Nine years of packed lunches, lost jumpers, nativity plays, and being the emotional (and logistical) backbone of two small humans navigating the world.
For years, I dismissed the “school mum” title….. resented it, even. It felt like a costume I never asked to wear. Small talk at drop-off, WhatsApp groups that made my skin crawl and the pressure to show up when I was barely holding it together inside.
But now, standing here on this final walk up the path… it’s hitting me.
This was a season of life that quietly carried so much.
The friendships I formed. The ones that faded.
The women who held space for me when I couldn’t breathe.
The ones I probably scared away when I was too full of life’s chaos to be polite.
This isn’t just about my daughter finishing school.
It’s about me letting go of a role that’s defined my daily rhythm.
It’s about them not needing me in the same way anymore.
And me learning who I am outside of being “Mum on the school run.”
To every woman navigating this transition: I see you.
It’s beautiful. It’s brutal. It’s the end of one version of you.
But maybe, just maybe….. it’s the beginning of another.
