It was like a scene from a movie.
You know the ones - somebody had been away for a long time and has just arrived home. People are clustered around hugging, crying and welcoming this person back in to the fold of their loved ones' arms etc etc.
But this scene was in reverse.
Mothers were climbing out of their cars at the school carpark pushing kids into backpacks and hats and propelling them into the school front gate while yelling "woohoo baby, I'm so excited".
Many mothers stood around in groups planning long, chatty coffee sessions and talking over the top of each other in a competition to share whose holidays were the absolute worst.
The kids, once deposited at their classroom doors were practically ignored, left to stand alone or next to someone they recognised from last year.
I, on the other hand, freak that I am, stood at my sons classroom window, watching him settle in and chat with the teacher. I knew he would be fine, in fact he will probably have a great day, but there's still a part of me that doesn't want to be saying goodbye, but would rather them stay right with me.
No growing up or changing allowed.
Especially into one of those children who doesn't want to have anything to do with their parents, or one of those kids that mothers can't wait to get rid of.......
Nev came up from behind, grabbed my elbow and said, "just don't let his mates see you cry".......
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You ought to write a book, you put things so eloquently. Don't cry too long, go and have a cuppa with Nev and enjoy five minutes of peace.
Miss you friend!
And now the first week is over. I didn't cry but felt lost with only Zac and Leah at home. Zac missed Nate alot and was my shadow all day driving me crazy, but Nate just took it is his stride and has enjoyed his first week at school. He said the other night 3days and 2 to go and it this will be for years and years and 100's of years! Bless his heart!
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