Yesterday was a momentous occasion. My second and last baby officially graduated from primary school. It was yet another threshold to cross over in the journey leaving childhood behind. During the ceremony, I naturally became emotional at certain moments. But the most unexpected moment was not just at the bit with Grace (which of course I did very much so... she was still my baby girl after all).  There was a part of the ceremony when the Year 6 special needs students went up on stage, and there was one boy in particular with baby face features that somehow reminded me a little of Nathan's chubby cheeks as a baby.  I watched this boy's mother accompany him up onto the stage, patiently guiding his wobbly steps up the steps and gently nudging his attention to make eye contact with the principal handing him his certificate. They read out his reflections and aspirations on the big screen above the stage. "I will miss being with my teachers and friends at school... my proudest ...