I’m a big proponent of coffee and chocolate as therapy. And I’m indulging my little fit of sadness right now.
Today, for a couple of hours, is a reflective – teensy bit sad day. One step closer to my little boy growing up, one step closer to him being less reliant on Mummy and developing peer relationships.
Today was (is – right now) his orientation morning at ‘big school’ … at one of the local public schools, because he starts big school next year. It’s not like I’m not used to him being away from me at all. He sleeps at his grandparents (father’s side) Sunday nights and spends the day with them Mondays. Tuesdays and Wednesdays he goes to daycare/preschool. So leaving him at the school for a couple of hours shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Well it isn’t … really. But it is a gradual movement from little-boyhood to big-boyhood. A big rite of passage really. It’s the beginning of the shift.
He’s more than ready 🙂 He barely slept last night because of the excitement and woke up at 6.30 this morning wanting to go then and there. When I dropped him off at the school (parents not encouraged to stay), he had a bunch of kids from his daycare centre there that he knew that are going to that school, plus his best friend of all. So all is cool – he barely glanced up when I kissed him goodbye lol!
The stupid thing is, he probably isn’t even going to that school. If I don’t move before next year, we would prefer him to go to the Catholic school. Not because I am a staunch catholic at all – I was bought up catholic but I am NO LONGER catholic lol. I am though very thankful for the Catholic upbringing. I don’t want my child to be a TOTAL heathen, as his father is … I want him to have a basic understanding of God and Jesus at the very least. Plus … it is a private school, it is smaller and family-like, I like their policies. Affordability will be the big thing. So I take Liam next week to meet with the principal there and possibly set up for him to start having his orientation visits there instead.
However. Again … this feels rather like an exercise in futility. I don’t intend, if I can help it, living here long enough for him to have to start at a school in this town. Hopefully by then, I will have moved to that seaside town half an hour away (I’ve given up the dream of the town 1 hour north of here … I’m going to place less emphasis on work and more emphasis on study as it turns out). Huge changes afoot. The biggest in my life actually (well, apart from actually having a kid lol).
I’m blathering. Filling in time.
Oh and I apologise to the couple of people who commented on my “missing” blog. I did a test blog comment myself on there because my email wasn’t working – long story –Â and went in to delete it and accidentally deleted the BLOG instead. It’s that sort of day it would seem.
If it wasn’t SO rainy I’d go find myself another cemetary to photograph to cheer myself up hahaha!
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Awwww . . . I can only imagine what you’re feeling but I have plenty of friends that feel what you feel. In fact, two of those friends say that no matter how old their children get the first day of school always makes them, the mothers, weepy and they have 4th graders and a 9th grader.
A little coastal town sounds wonderfully lovely.