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I’m now a School Mum!

Well, what was all the fuss about?

I’ve just read back over last week’s article, and realise that I sound rather sad.  That is exactly how I was feeling.  Sad that it was the end of an era for me and my little girl.  What didn’t come across was just how excited I also am for her school journey.  Just over a week in, and my feelings of sadness have disappeared.  It didn’t last long to be honest, as from the minute we walked into her new classroom, Lylah has loved every minute of school so far, which makes things so much easier for the parent.

On her first morning, Lylah climbed into bed with me for some snuggles.  She fell back to sleep, and I took the opportunity to snap a picture of her, the last time she would snuggle in my bed as a pre-schooler.  Tomorrow morning she would be a school girl, having taken her first step into school life.

Lylah has taken everything in her stride, however, the reality of school life has started to settle in.  We’ve had it pretty easy so far, as we haven’t had to do full days yet, and the morning starts have only happened this week, so we are not a full-time school family just yet, but it feels like we’ve taken a huge step into our new lives and new routine.

These are some things I’ve learned so far:

  1. Don’t worry so much.  Give your children some credit and have faith that they will embrace the change of starting school.  I know there are lots of children who really struggle with change, or who are shy, or who simply cannot bear the thought of being away from their parents.  If I had to leave Lylah crying in her classroom, this would be a very different account of our experience, and my heart hurts for those poor parents and children.
  2. The teachers know their stuff.  To you, your child is the most precious thing in your whole world, and you wonder how they will survive in this new world of classrooms, P.E. and assemblies.  To them, your child, while extremely important to them, is part of another wave of children for them, that they are duty bound to guide through this process, and guess what? They have done it all before.  Your children are in good hands.
  3. There are letters in the book bags.  One evening, I text a friend about the school dinners, and when we’d be choosing the meal options.  She text me back to say there was a letter in the book bags.  Oh yes, the book bag, I must check that!  I vow to check the book bag daily and fill in forms and return slips immediately.
  4. There are rules.  Our pre-school was quite relaxed and I have to remember that at school there are rules.  Hair must be tidy, uniform correct, nail varnish removed.  Having to apologise to Lylah’s teacher in the second week of term about her nail varnish was rather embarrassing.  She was completely fine and lovely about it, but I felt like a very disorganised school mummy!  Nail varnish remover will be applied every Sunday evening, because there is no way Lylah and Mummy are missing our manicure sessions!
  5. The car park gets full.  There are a lot of cars at pick up, and I can see that running late is NOT an option.  Get there, early, claim your space, be on time!
  6. Children don’t like talking about school.  I ask Lylah every day about how school was, and she has told me most days that “it’s a long story”.  Informative.
  7. White socks gets dirty.  How her white socks get grubby when inside brand new school shoes, I’ll never know, but they do, and I think I need to buy lots of pairs so I’ll never run out.
  8. Buy lots of uniform and you won’t have to iron for at least a month.  I dislike ironing.  A lot.  The thought of ironing uniform on Sunday nights reminds me of my childhood and the creeping feeling of Monday mornings.  So far, I’m using up the new stuff, and will iron when I’ve run out!
  9. School runs are hard work with a 2 year old.  I love the idea of the school run.  Casually strolling in, having a chat with the other parents in the playground, greeting your little one with a big smile as they bound out of the classroom.  In reality, I have a 2 year old, who if you let him run free, disappears into the crowds of children, leaving me running around the playground like I’m running a PE class, or when strapped into the pushchair, screams at me at the top of his voice on repeat about how “HE WANTS TO GET OUT!”  More on this part of school life as it develops!
  10. School life is pretty fun.  So far, I’m enjoying the start of this chapter.  Ask me again at the end of the school year!