





Navigating the realm of parenthood is an unending journey, isn’t it? If you’re a parent I think you’d agree. Just when we think we’ve adjusted to the shifting tides of our children’s lives, another wave comes crashing in, reminding us off the ever evolving nature of our roles. As my eldest son Archie prepares for an additional gap year - the thrilling opportunity to embrace the snow capped peaks in Austria and don the mantle of a ski instructor - I find myself grappling with a familiar yet nuanced blend of emotions.
The pangs of an empty nest, though not as acute as the first departure, returns in whispers, carrying a flutter of nervousness that weaves through my tummy. It’s a peculiar sensation, this blend of pride and trepidation. I want him to go so badly but equally I don’t want him to ever leave. So I’m taking this week to reflect on the journey we’ve undertaken together, navigating parenthood and guiding him towards independence.
I feel a deep sense of pride, because I think …