School is back, my social media feeds are filled with lunchbox ideas and tips on handling tearful drop offs. There are cute kids in uniforms they will ‘grow into’ and Mums sharing plans of much needed boozy lunch catchups, but me…well there’s none of this. I’m officially out of the ‘school Mum’s’ club. No more school days for me.
My kids, they went and grew up and for the first time since the year 2000 I have NO kids at school.
Last year I rejoiced the final ever school day, I even tossed the school uniforms in the skip bin, perfectly timed delivery of the bin right there! I was so bloody pleased that school was done! The last two years really dragged, they were tough for my youngest and my tank was more than a little empty.
I fist pumped when I tossed the last grubby lunchbox, no more school lunch preparation EVER! But then this year, as the cute kids in oversized uniforms and boulder sized school bags filled my social media feed I felt sadness like, I might miss making school lunches sadness.
Times change. This is a good thing right? Of course it is, but sometimes I’d like a ‘do over’. Time to revisit moments already lived and to be present, time to really soak it all in. Time to enjoy those school days just a little more.
Like the first day of school for son number one, instead of feeling nervous and guarded I’d like another crack at that day. I’d love to really ‘feel’ the joy and excitement and not have been burdened with lunch preparation and ironing uniforms and wondering if he was gonna be alright. Sometimes I got so caught up in doing all the ‘Mum’ stuff that I forgot to really savour it all. For the record, he was ‘more’ than alright, he thrived!
Now my boys are men and there’s no more mad dashes to the supermarket to pick up ‘the right colour’ zinc sticks on school sports day. There will be no more unwrapping of carefully chosen (lame) gifts from the Mothers Day stall. Gone are the days of supervising zoo visits, beach walks, swimming lessons or school camps.
No more spelling out names as they write piles of Christmas cards (all eaxactly the same ) and no more shopping for gifts to give to teachers for a ‘job well done’…except the year 3 teacher of son number two, she gets a rotten apple!
No more filling out lunch orders, or creating school approved wrapper free, sugar free, fun free lunch boxes. Scheduling in times for parent/teacher meetings is a thing of the past, no mountain of notes on the kitchen bench, readers replaced with, well…nothing.
Deadlines, projects, show and tell and assembly presentations are a memory, as are school discos, school captain presentations, fetes and cake stalls. Oh, the cake stalls were always amazing!
Shopping for new shoes and stressing about how I would afford to pay for compulsory bloody sports uniforms and expensive cricket kits is something I’ve done, I made it through. FYI, cricket is an expensive sport, even more so when both boys play and new bats are needed at the same time! Hello ‘take all your money’ cricket stores where dropping $500 on a bat and $200 on a bag is the norm. Oh, and while I loved being a cricket mum (still am) man oh man, the matches are looooong, great for forced relaxation and the tan though 🙂
Homework was at times like pulling teeth…from my own head! Some years there was sooo much of it and then there was that one time when my efforts at a year 10 Home ec assignment only received a B. I reckon the teacher knew I had done my kids assignment and was sending me a message. For the record it was definitely A+ material. One son would sit at the table for hours and only produce three written words (for real), man I wish I had the tools to help him through those years (insert screaming and tears).
I wish I nagged less and played more.
I wish I’d done better in that Home-ec assignment 🙂
I wish I could sit at our dining table for daily after school ‘snacks and chats’ with my boys…they were fun!
I was I had one more ‘Mummy and me’ day where I would pull them out of school one day each term for a day together.
I wish I gave less shits about what the other mums thought of me and of my kids.
I wish I had read the signs earlier.
I wish we could do one more ‘furniture fort’ or backyard sleepout in school holidays.
I wish I had a do over, I’m actually gonna miss those school days with my boys.
But, my original wish for my boys on their first day of school has not changed. Even though they are now on the other side of the school gates and in the real world, I wish my boys more. More fun, more joy, more love, more adventure.
Got a favourite school Mum memory?
Anything you won’t miss about school days?
Til next time,