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THE new school term has just begun, and parents across the country have been sending off their children to schools with nervous smiles. For those with a child entering Year One, the first-day jitters were real. Will she make friends? Will she find her way to the canteen? Will she cry when I leave? Or worse, will I cry when I leave? I do not have a child starting school this year but I understand the anxiety.

It is natural. You have spent years being the centre of their world, ensuring their safety, wiping their tears and celebrating their smallest victories. Now, you are expected to let them go and entrust them to teachers, new experiences and the unpredictable rhythm of life.



However, here is the thing: that is exactly the point of sending them to school. It is not just for them. It is for you, too.

Omar Khayyam wrote in The Rubaiyat: “Tis but a Tent where takes his one day’s rest; A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.” This verse reminds us that life is fleeting, constantly shifting, and nothing truly belongs to us – not even the people we love. Just as a sultan must leave his tent behind, we too must learn to let go, trusting that each phase of life has its purpose.

The journey of parenthood and life is one of constant letting go. We guide, we prepare, we hold their hands, but at every stage, we must loosen our grip. Not because we want to but because we have to.

The act of steppin.

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