So we waved the Little Dude off on his first school camp this week.
He was awake, dressed and ready to go bright and early, after a weekend spent packing, unpacking, and packing again. There were clothes to name, and lollies (for sharing, after dark) to buy.
I had to smile when H. gave C. a cuddle and said: "I'll miss you my brother", and he gruffly replied: Yes, I know, I'll miss you too."
(This was amazing, because only minutes earlier they'd been fighting with each other about something.)
Surprisingly, there were no tears, though I have felt as if my right arm is missing since C. left.
And so far, I've resisted the urge to phone up and see how he's going!
It's been a time of firsts for C. lately. Last week, he did his first proper speech at school, complete with queue cards. And later in the week, he got the highest mark in his class for an art project.
The kids were asked to create something iconically Kiwi. While other children depicted jandals or tikis, my thoughtful little man created an image of Rangitoto Island, an extinct volcano which dominates much of Auckland's fabulous scenery. And in the foreground, he's made a Pohutakawa flower - known as the Kiwi Christmas tree becomes it always blossoms in December.
He's come a long way since his early struggle with school back in Australia, and I'm pleased to see him enjoying school so much.
I was proud of him I had to give him a big cuddle, which embarrassed him no end.
Oh well - isn't that what Mums are for?
All set - trying to look casual
Rangitoto Island, by C.