It sits on the kitchen side, waiting to be filled, this symbolic reminder that my child is no longer a baby. Tomorrow she will take her brand new lunch box packed in her brand new rucksack to a brand new pre-school.

It’s no big deal. Kids start pre-school all the time. She’s been at a childminder’s and then nursery since she was eighteen months old. So why, then, does it feel like such a milestone?

It’s that lunch box. I’m sure of it.  Continue reading »