Friends For Life
That's it, it's arrived. The last day of term and I'm holding my shit together but inside I'm an emotional volcano waiting to erupt. I know I know.... Its only the end of nursery. He's not leaving home yet but to me it's the start of a scary educational journey.
I am so lucky to have stumbled upon a nursery full of great children. It's been lovely to see them all grow up. I am even more grateful that many will be in the same school and even class as Mikey.
I am hopeful that Mikey has made friends for life and appreciative of the friends I have made. Their characters are shining through and I now understand boys WILL be boys.
Will it get easier the second time around? I'm already thinking about my 1 year-old's nursery journey. I'm scared that I'm neglecting him already and not giving him the stimulation he needs. Will he make good friend choices.... Will he play with my emotions the way Mikey has? Will he come home covered in glitter and enjoy filling his shoes with sand? Lastly will he bless me with having to complete an encyclopedia full of accident forms?
Now I have to get my head around the do's and dont's of school rules and etiquette. I'm already baffled by the school uniform. White or grey socks yet I've seen plenty wearing black. When is it OK to stretch the rules. Week two? Year 1? Or year 6 when he is on his way out?
Someone close to me keeps repeating that once they are in school you lose them. They are no longer yours.... You lose them to the government. How true is this?! I can understand losing them to influences around them but surely I still have some influence. Way to go and depress me for life.
So that's it he has gone. He's no longer mine. He might as well pack his bags go live with some women who hates me and never let me see his children.
This picture tells me they are already done with us.
OK I'm back in the room. Is this the end and the beginning of power struggles and homework hell? Or is it an exciting journey of opening his eyes to the world around? Either way I better pull my finger out and work out how we will get through this next chapter. Mum in a Mann's world.
