To be honest I didn't even think I would get a post out today and even though it is just under an hour until midnight, it still counts right?
I like hundreds and thousands of Mums all around Australia have been super busy today rushing about getting the kids organised and ready to head back to school. I have literally just finished hemming new school pants and labeling what seems like hundreds of pencils and glue sticks.
Its time. Both parties are very ready for school to begin.... OK perhaps I'm a little more ready than them but never the less.
Tomorrow Kai starts high school. Can you believe it? Exactly WHEN did I become old enough to be a mother of a High School kid?
At the moment he is still awake and unable to get to sleep. He keeps dancing past my bedroom door pulling faces at me and I am guessing that much like I am, he is trying to deal with an assortment of emotions going through his head. Nerves are playing off against excitement, and fear is battling against a thirst for all the adventure that lies ahead.
It's all a little bittersweet as far as I am concerned. On one hand I am desperately clinging to the little boy who seven years ago was doing the same nervous / excited dance, unable to sleep and desperate for dawn to come and bring with it the first day of school. On the other hand, I am a proud mama who's eager to see my boy become who he was born to be.
I have to admit that there is a part of me who has been fearing this day for a while. I am well aware that may seem a little melodramatic, but so many have told me that when your boy starts high school, you lose them to hormones, moodiness and madness for a few years before eventually they make their way back to you.
Do you know what the thought of not being close to this boy does to me?
In my heart I am also aware that the naivety of youth is fast wearing off and he will now be exposed to so much more than he was in primary school, things that we have up until now been able to protect him from.
I worry whether we have prepared him enough for this next stage of his life? Have we equipped him with enough of the right morals and attitude to deal with the more difficult things he may face. Does he have enough strength, courage and resilience to stand up for what he knows is right? Will his heart be carelessly broken by some girl?
We have faith in him and I can only hope that he has faith in himself too.
The other two see the return to school as somewhat of an inconvenience. They are excited about seeing their friends again, although they would much prefer to continue spending their days skateboarding and swimming.
Sam is going into year 4 and even though he proclaims he is stoked to be the Big Brother now that it is only he and Flynn still at their primary school, I know he is a little anxious at the prospect of facing school without his big brother by his side.
Flynn - our baby, is going into Year 1 and is hardly a baby anymore. It does not seem possible that it was a whole year ago that I was the blubbering mess sitting in my car outside school on his first day. Time truly keeps speeding up the older you get.
And so it is farewell to the summer school holidays. Sayonara to our carefree days for a little while and hello to our faithful old routines.
I hate to admit it, but as much as I love to think of myself as a free spirit, I am rather fond of a little structure to my day. I am looking forward to a couple of peaceful hours to get my work done, a chance to tackle the gigantic list of projects I have planned, work on my book and perhaps even enjoy a quiet cuppa or two before school finishes for the day and the usual afternoon chaos begins.
Do you have one starting Kindy or High School for the first time? How are you coping?