It didn't matter whether I was starting primary school, high school, teacher's college, every new school I taught at...the butterflies would attack with a vengeance.
I've had a reprise from the angst (for angst it truly is) for the past six years as I haven't been working and haven't had school age children. Although I had a mini version in 2008, the year my boy started kindy two days a week.
But this year, they're back. Bigger than ever. My boy is starting Primary School.
I am still shaking my head and struggling to believe it. Wasn't it just the other day that I was cradling my new baby boy, my first born? I distinctly remember gazing at him (during a middle-of-the-night feed) and thinking I don't ever want to let you go, I want you to stay with us forever. I fumbled through the mathematical processes to work out which year he would be starting school and finally came to the conclusion it would be 2010 (it took a long time...I was very sleep deprived), and with a sigh of relief thought to myself...that's ages away, I've got him for a long time yet!
Well, guess what? What seemed ages away in 2004 has arrived already, and it didn't take ages. In a few short weeks he starts school and I'm as nervous as hell about it. But I'm the nervous type,
I'm nervous about getting his uniforms, his books, his shoes, his bag, doing his lunches...because I want to get it right. I don't want him to ever feel different or that he doesn't have the 'right' or 'cool' thing, as I often felt as a child.
I'm nervous about taking him for his first day. Walking into the classroom for the first time. Seeing a sea of faces that we don't know. Not knowing what to do, where to put things. I'm expecting tears, from me most likely.
I'm nervous about having to get the gang (that's just three of us) ready EVERY morning. Everyone up, dressed, breakfasted, hair done, shoes on, lunch made, bag packed, out the door and at school on time!
But it is time. He's ready. He's nervous, too. But we'll both be right after the newness wears off. He needs to stretch his wings and fly the coup (only during the day time, he needs to fly home to roost), and I need space apart from him
So my 'easy' years have come to an end. I'm about to join the ranks of the school kid's mums. I don't feel ready for it but there's no getting out of this one.
Wish me luck!!!!!