Today, so many parents will wake up with a thumping in their stomach. Their hearts feel heavy and their throats feel dry. They paint on a smile as they furiously recollect the past four years and ponder, puzzled, how they are here so quickly. They desperately choke back tears as their little ones fasten up their brand new spanking shoes, pull their two sizes too big sweatshirts over their little heads and stifle a sob as they stand on the playground grasping their tiny hands. For today? Their babies are all grown up.
The first day of school. The final big milestone on the baby checklist and their big steps into independence. It is rather overwhelming.
AND SO IT SHOULD BE.
This weekend I have read so many posts by parents pouring their hearts out about their babies starting school, only to be met with ridicule, contempt and berating.
“Get over it”
“Every kid has to start school someday”
“I never was like it with my child”
Brilliant. Good for you. But since when was having emotions a bad thing, especially when it comes to your own offspring? If you can’t have a somewhat self indulgent weep at your baby going off to school then when frigging can you? Are we really too cool to care?
School is a big deal. Yes. We all know it’s coming. Probably from the moment you pee on a stick; you relish the first steps and first words but school is a scary thought that’s pushed to the back as its SO far away. But here we are.
School is when they step away from your side. Call it cutting the apron strings if you like, so what. It is hard. When you’ve spent four years with them at home, to then be faced with long empty days if is a big change. I’m not saying it’s all bad. Hell no! There are days when I would kill for six hours with no kids but it’s a massive shock. And you worry how they’ll cope; will they be good? Will they make friends? How will they do being away from me for so long?
I get it, parents work so their children have probably been in childcare from a young age so the school transition may not seem as daunting. I did with Charlie but it doesn’t make it any less hard if you don’t work or do.
Why do people feel the need to mock those who DARE to feel sad that the journey is going by so fast? No one is naive enough to think this day isn’t going to come, but for one day, ONE DAY let us cry. Let us mope. Let us reminisce of the day they were born. Hell, my girls are only starting nursery… I’m going to milk it on Wednesday and next September. And why? Because I will never get to do this again. These are my last babies. And if I want to write a gushing blog post, post heartbroken statuses or cry at the gate I god damn will.
So take off you judgemental arse hats and let us be.
To all the parents with nursery and school starters – you do as you want. Our babies have grown up. Be sad, be nervous, be proud. They’re going to do great.