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 Dearest son, my youngest and final baby, today you start school tomorrow, after a picnic at your new kindy this morning.

Your father and I have taken you this far with the privilege of never needing daycare or kinda, without any painful goodbyes or struggles to fit you in with work, you have just come with us everywhere. And they have been the best years of our lives. 

But you are ready, that makes us ready and you have earned this backpack. 

From the minute you were old enough to sneak a back pack on and try to camouflage into your pack of siblings as they left for school you would. Only to be plucked out and pulled back by your mummas arm.

We call you Raji Roo because you bounce around all day. 
The fearless Raji Roo, youngest of a huge family who gets away with murder, jumps off the rocks knowing you’ll land in a sea of siblings all convincing you that you just flew. 
The world is a beautiful adventure for you, the member of the pack who lives on everyone’s shoulders while his back is constantly watched. 

The teacher asked me about you, “has he ever been away from you before?” 

Of course, you have been away from me. But you always have at least one of your siblings around.

Today however, that bounce in your step came to a holt, your eyes grew wider as you peered out of my shadow at the classroom you will be entering without one single member of your pack. 

Today that bouncing baby Roo crawled back into the safety of his mammas pouch, where every night you sleep, curled up into my tummy. 

Waiting with trepidation for tomorrow morning. And as I gently nudge you into unknown, clung on to that backpack.. just remember..

That every great adventure starts with one step into the unknown. 

And however old or wherever you may be when you one day come across this post, I want it to remind you that you are, 
The ever so brave Raji Roo and wherever you go, when you can and when you can’t see your pack, we are all right here, catching you, throwing you on our shoulders, telling you that you are flying. 

You will fly tomorrow Raja, it’s my turn to share you with the world. 🌻

class="content__text" Dearest son, my youngest and final baby, today you start school tomorrow, after a picnic at your new kindy this morning. Your father and I have taken you this far with the privilege of never needing daycare or kinda, without any painful goodbyes or struggles to fit you in with work, you have just come with us everywhere. And they have been the best years of our lives. But you are ready, that makes us ready and you have earned this backpack. From the minute you were old enough to sneak a back pack on and try to camouflage into your pack of siblings as they left for school you would. Only to be plucked out and pulled back by your mummas arm. We call you Raji Roo because you bounce around all day. The fearless Raji Roo, youngest of a huge family who gets away with murder, jumps off the rocks knowing you’ll land in a sea of siblings all convincing you that you just flew. The world is a beautiful adventure for you, the member of the pack who lives on everyone’s shoulders while his back is constantly watched. The teacher asked me about you, “has he ever been away from you before?” Of course, you have been away from me. But you always have at least one of your siblings around. Today however, that bounce in your step came to a holt, your eyes grew wider as you peered out of my shadow at the classroom you will be entering without one single member of your pack. Today that bouncing baby Roo crawled back into the safety of his mammas pouch, where every night you sleep, curled up into my tummy. Waiting with trepidation for tomorrow morning. And as I gently nudge you into unknown, clung on to that backpack.. just remember.. That every great adventure starts with one step into the unknown. And however old or wherever you may be when you one day come across this post, I want it to remind you that you are, The ever so brave Raji Roo and wherever you go, when you can and when you can’t see your pack, we are all right here, catching you, throwing you on our shoulders, telling you that you are flying. You will fly tomorrow Raja, it’s my turn to share you with the world. 🌻

February 07, 2023

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