FC#1 started school today.
I may be a Beta Mummy, but I’m not a heartless bitch. Even though I complain about my children all the time, and even though I spend most of my time with them wishing that they’d go to bed already so that I can get on with the serious business of wine-drinking, I do actually love them – honest!
On paper, today isn’t a big deal. I work pretty much full time, so both of the Ferals have been in one form of child care or another since they were a year old. FC#1 going to school means spending only marginally less time with him than I’m used to. He was at the school’s nursery all of last year, so he knows the setting, he’s familiar with the uniform, he knows the staff and many of the other kids – he was excited and raring to go.
But it is a big deal.
It’s a big deal because today is Day One of the next 14 years on the treadmill of education. It’s a big deal because I know that gradually he will start to become less influenced by me, and more influenced by others. It’s a big deal because there’s no going back from this. It’s a big deal because today he has taken a little size 8G step along that nesting branch – the branch at the end of which he will jump from, one day, and fly.
He is such a great kid. I wish you could meet him and you too could get to know how bloody awesome he is. So intelligent and funny and adventurous and a complete pain in the arse but you can’t not love him. I told him this morning that he would be brilliant, and I meant it – he really will be.
“Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to great places! You’re off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.”
Dr Seuss – Oh The Places You’ll Go!