I don't have space

On endings and beginnings and being at full emotional stretch

Time is running away from me, hours sliding into days, the days sliding into weeks. The days may be long, but the years hurtle past. My son finishes primary school this week - and I am not entirely sure how this is possible. It feels like a moment ago that he was round and soft and unformed. If this picture was taken now, one child would be taller than…