My eldest son starts high school tomorrow. He has never been this excited to go back to school after summer vacation. He says he’s ready, but I don’t think I am. I share his excitement, that’s for sure, but I also dread what this stage means – that he’s growing up, he’s going out into the world and soon he’ll spread his wings and fly. Gone is the little boy who thought I was the smartest girl ever because I taught him how to add. In his place is a young man taller than me, excited at the prospect of having female classmates for the first time.