Friday, 21 September 2012

My mother was right

Sarcasm clearly is the lowest form of wit.





Thursday, 20 September 2012

Big school

I was fine til she put the uniform on.

I got through yesterday and saying goodbye to nursery (not sure how - but I did, nonetheless). I managed to lay out the uniform, check everything was labelled, get the book bag and the PE kit ready without so much as a sniffle.

Ready for the big day
This morning I managed the shower/teeth/breakfast routine without a hitch. Bounced her into her tights (oh how I dread the day when she is too big for me to do that) - and then... well then it all got a bit real.

First the polo shirt. The age 3-4 looked great in the shop. So naturally I bought the 5-6. Yes, it's almost down to her knees - but (at the risk of sounding like my mother), it will last.

Then the tunic (roomy) and last the cardi (plenty of growth). And there she stood - not a baby any more but a big school girl. I smiled. Of course I smiled. But there were also tears (all mine) which, thankfully, I managed to hide.

And so we walked up to school with Daddy too. We met a couple of people we know well. And a few more that we will get to know well as our children are in the same class. I managed to mutter to a close friend "don't be nice to me whatever you do" - and suddenly I was crying again.

Curse those tears - but try as I might, tears there were aplenty. I had had the foresight to bring tissues. I did not have the foresight to wear dark glasses. Lesson learned.

The lovely Reception teacher didn't comment on my red eyes - for which I am grateful. Small girl happily bounced in, found her peg, hung up her stuff and started to explore. A mum whose daughter started last week (staggered intake) who I've had email conversations with but never met came over to say hello...and that was it. One minute just about holding it together. The next howling on the shoulder of a stranger. Who was absolutely lovely. Which made it worse.

I'm used to leaving small girl at nursery on the days that I work so I'm not really sure why today has been so hard. Perhaps because it's the biggest milestone in her life so far. Perhaps because she's only 4 and although she is more than ready for "big" school it feels like such a huge step for such a little girl. Maybe because she's my baby - and I'm really going to miss her, especially on the days I'm not at work.

Today I was rescued by a friend who took me home for a cuppa and a croissant and made me feel much better. Although (despite a to-do list as long as both my arms) since I got home I have done nothing but clock watch until it's time to go and pick her up again.

This new found freedom is harder to come to terms with than I'd ever imagined. But something tells me that by this time next week I may be making the most of every minute.

Sunday, 16 September 2012

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Silent Sunday (2 Sept)

My week. One photo, no words.