Driving the kids to school in the mornings can go one of two ways. The first and most common is frantic, shouty, extremely stressful and late.
The other is a car journey filled with odd questions.
“Mama, do dinosaurs live in Swansea?”
“Mama, can I have sparkly underpants?”
“Mama, is it the weekend yet?” This is generally asked on a Tuesday.
And todays corker came from Ozzy, “Mama, what is school for?”
It got me thinking… so what is school for?
Of course it’s about learning, Mmmm you know my thoughts on that one, socialising and developing, but today, for some reason, all I feel school is for, is to take my babies away from me.
As I stood at the school gates watching the morning chaos of rushed parents and hyper kids I felt a little sad and reflective over where the time has gone.
I’ve been standing at those gates for seven years. Those gates have snaffled up my babies.
Now don’t get me wrong, most Monday mornings I am flinging them in through the gates slightly shaken and with a MASSIVE sigh of relief.
But not today. Today I just wanted to run in and shout, “Hold the hell up, I want my babies back!”
I want to be cuddling them in my arms, breastfeeding them, blowing raspberries on their fat bellies, and smelling their sweet milky scent. Instead I struggle daily with homework, fighting, non-washed willies, questions about aborigines, and shouts of “I hate you, stupid head!”.
Our children grow up, fast, really bloody fast and today it freaked me the hell out.
So to those of you still immersed in the baby years, do me a favour today, give your baby an extra cuddle for me, try not to wish the time away, savour it.
Because before you know it your 10 year old child will be prancing around the house wearing your bra, your 8 year old will be more interested in Mario Bros than having raspberries blown on his belly, and your 4 year old will be running into school shouting, “Mama is a poop head!” and you’ll be stood there feeling a bit like me.