I was convinced that having kids young (I was 21 when my eldest was born) would mean I’m still in touch and able to relate as they reach high school and beyond.
While to some extent it’s true — after all, I came of age in the age of online connectivity, although it was more MSN Messenger and MySpace than TikTok and Snapchat — my daughter starting high school last year was... a huge reality check.
Going from the ease and safety of a small, local primary school within walking distance, now to a city high school, which she would have to get herself to and from was daunting. Her dad and I are so incredibly proud and impressed with the way she showed incredible independence, either cycling or catching the bus in each day (after a few practice runs with a parent).