Today I Saw The Next 17 Years Of My Life
And it wasn’t pretty.
M&M started school today, and surprising everyone, including myself, I didn’t need the tissues I’d carefully stashed in my bag.
We’ve been preparing for weeks. I’ve spent every day in the last week naming, labelling, packing, repacking everything including stationary supplies, spare clothes and lunchbox snacks.
M&M has been beside herself with excitement. The first thing she asks every morning is “Am I going to school today?” and the look on her face when we tell her no is priceless.
I was worried about not being up in time. Living in the next town over from school we have a minimum 20 minute drive, and since I don’t recall the last time I did this trip in “peak hour” (ie peak 5 minutes when everyone from one town drives to the other, and those from that town drive back) I was worried a little about traffic. Then parking.
And yes, I’m anally over-organised, why do you ask?
So it was no surprise to me that after a 4:30am wake up call from Miss Moo I was unable to sleep. Not only was I excited that trying to sleep would have been futile, I would have been so worried about sleeping through my alarms that any sleep I did get would have been restless and useless.
I needn’t have worried, M&M emerged from her bedroom at 6:30am and ate breakfast without complaint (a rarity in these parts), though I think it was just because she was so eager to put her uniform on and I wouldn’t let her eat breakfast in it.
Hey, I only have one set of uniforms so far.
Despite having to wake Kiki & Miss Moo (who are usually the early risers) at 7:20, we were ready to go at 7:50am - 10 minutes before my scheduled leaving time, which would still have allowed 25 minutes for mishaps along the way. The classroom opens at 8:15, and we can drop off anytime from 8:15 - 8:45 when the bell goes.
We had plenty of time for a barrage of photos for Mummy’s brag book.
So we left just on 8am. And as I drove, feeling my heart swell with pride watching M&M in the backseat talking to Kiki, I realised that this was going to be the next 17 years of my life. School, sport, swimming, music, exercise books, text books, P&C meetings, parent helper mornings, show and tell finding, homework, lunches, uniforms.
That was when I nearly cried. 17 years is a long time. Especially when I can’t even remember 17 years ago.
Although that thought cheered me up. At least I won’t remember this feeling of dread in 17 years when I wave Miss Moo off to year 12 and she rolls her eyes and throws her bag over one shoulder and hides her face so no one knows I’m her mother.
I remember when my step-mother finally graduated her last child from high school. After 28 years of at least one child at school.
Hell, I’m 28 years old! That’s an awful lot of back to school shopping, lunch making and everything else that goes along with it all. Though she is a teacher, so I guess she was paid to spend a lot of time at school.
By the time we arrived at the school I was ready. Ready to start this 17 year journey. And as M&M ignored me and ran to the reading or dressup or block or whatever corner it is this week, I knew she was as well.
So, M&M, here’s to the next 13 years of your schooling. May we both survive to tell the stories!



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