Joe started Year 1 last week, a really big moment where you suddenly realise that your baby isn’t your baby anymore, but a really grown up and independent little boy. Even on that first day, parents were not allowed into the classroom, but rather had to wave them off from the door. We weren’t allowed to sort out tuck money, but were instead asked to provide a wallet so that our children can pay for their own milk and fruit. And then yesterday, Joe ran straight off with his friends, chatting about football…and never returned to give me a goodbye kiss. I was absolutely bereft – where had my baby…