The sun has decided to show itself again after 6 weeks of hiding. Ahh it must be time for the children to go back to school. 6 weeks of rain, not quiet rain and not raining now but will be in a minute, have moved aside for the sunshine. It happens every year so I am no longer surprised by the suns timing. One of the biggest problems I find is what to supply the kids with on their way to school. Its almost like there are three seasons in one day some days. I can look on my phone in the middle of the day and the forecast has shown something the complete opposite of what I saw in the morning. In between seasons, Esprit clothing for children usually fits the bill. They have all sorts of back- at-school packs. Right at the end of the holidays, the centres are crazy busy and the kids want for more, more, more and it usually takes me hours before I get out of there. Regardless we have survived the holidays intact. I haven’t had chores after chorus of I’m bored thanks to last year’s trick of laying down the rules. I told them from the first day if they utter the words I’m bored they will immediately gets greeted with a dustbin bag to be filled with form their room. I have even managed to clear out my youngest room with him in readiness for primary school. New uniforms have been bought, washed and hung up ready for weeks. The clip on tie (new style of uniform brought in this year) has been practised, flung across the room and retrieved. Awful scratchy jumper has been washed in fabric conditioner, alas to no avail and remains stubborn in its scratchiness.
So we are ready for tomorrow. I say we rather warily as a brave face is part of it. After he has trundled down the road i am not sure how I feel. It’s a strange feeling when the youngest makes a milestone and there are no younger ones waiting in the wings to follow. I no longer feel like a single mum of young children but that of primary age children. It’s a big a step for me as a parent as it is for him.
When they were younger the hardest part was there shear energy that they had. It was never ending. Games, toys, outings, walk, you name it, and it was all done in wellies and at 100mph. Now its knowledgeable conversations, stroppy hormones, fears of options and careers. The last 11 years, from nappies to primary school, has gone so fast it scares me to think if that if I blink again he will be 22.
If you’re just starting out in your journey as a mum and scared how you’re going to cope, enjoy whatever bits you can. It’s going to go so quick.