Published on September 20th, 2019 | by voxx0
Diego started school two weeks ago, and I have never found myself so split between feelings before. I felt a whole new level of emotion. Half was heartbreak and fear. The other half? Thank fudge for that.
I’m saying it. Parenting is not at all easy, especially single parenting… but when kids start school the opportunity arises to give them away every day, guilt-free! You just have to wait five years first. You have to survive those years.
The day immediately before he started school I found myself gazing at Diego; we were sat in the back garden with the sun blaring down on us, toys discarded dangerously all over, an endless supply of picnic food and even the opportunity to visit the park. It should have been great.
Except it wasn’t. We spent the afternoon watching him behave like a kangaroo on energy drinks, listening to “I’m bored” on a continuous loop and offering to play every game ever invented. I looked at Nana, a slight plea in my eyes. Nana looked back with mutual desperation, until in unison, we declared “SCHOOL TOMORROW!” We raised our mugs of coffee in understanding, and that’s how we made it through the longest day of the year.
Long live the system.
On the other hand, it was difficult seeing Diego move into reception class. He didn’t cry. He was very brave and I was so proud of him. He looked gorgeous in his school uniform and even passersby smiled and wished him luck on his first day at big school. He looked so tiny and the half of me that could forget the drama all day wanted to whisk him up and take him home. Then again, while I obviously love him, I’m not stupid.
- By Boneata Bell