Tomorrow is the last day of Term 1 here in NSW.
All going well in the next 24 hours, we have (nearly) made it.
Here is a little round up for you….
I did not mix up the sports/summer uniform once; not one time. Yay me!
We only had tears once and it was over a little morning school ground shuffle, not unhappiness at attending school…oh…actually…twice (maybe three times) if you count me, privately, on his first day.
Washing uniforms is balls; ironing teeny shirts is worse (#Tip; straight out of the dryer and onto a hangar goes OK).
I am a secondary teacher by profession; but hats off to the Primary School teachers and staff. I bow down before you, especially the Kinder teachers. How you have juggled tears, glue spills, the rough and tumbles, the lost drink bottle dramas, the friend fall outs, the concerned parents, the long hours (and that is just a tiny tip of the ice-berg), I simply don’t know. I am in awe. Thank you.
We made it on time every day. I may have missed a few showers here and there, but good deodorant and dry shampoo is a mum’s best friend.
My son is a bloody genius. No. Not in a “let’s test him for actual ‘GENIUS’ genius” way, more in a “how incredible are their little minds” way. The things he suddenly blurts out at dinner time that he has learnt, the shop sign he suddenly reads aloud to me and the way I can genuinely see his brain tick as he stares so intently at those sight words.
All those times people told me that you will “really make solid friends within the school community” and I politely nodded along thinking that we are all so busy that it was unlikely; how wrong I was. Many of these parents simply brighten my mornings. Looking forward to great times.
My kids genuinely like each other. When she kicks my school boy’s remote control car over, she is actually trying to tell him that she misses him and wants him to play with her. When my big boy grabs her tightly around the neck and continues to walk, that is a ‘cheeky’ cuddle. But seriously, that hour(s) after school is long and crazy, and we are all still learning how to adjust to our new roles.
He has yet to empty his lunch-box.
He has not lost his school hat, but he has lost his library bag. Stick on name labels are rubbish. Do not be fooled.
And………… I could dribble on.
I guess the biggest and best thing we have learnt this term is that my son is growing up, and whilst this ‘letting go’ rubbish is heart breaking, it is also incredible rewarding to see who my son is becoming.
But seriously…..if you hear me breaking out in the Jolly Phonics song with, “He is Clicking Castanets, C C C” or “Ants, ants, ants up my arm”, please save me from my misery and stop me!