Published on November 16th, 2018 | by voxx0
The Next Chapter
My car is the one with a bowl of cereal sitting on the back seat. My child was given more than enough time to consume his bowl of dry additives because heaven forbid I put milk in there. Somehow the time came to leave for playgroup and he still hadn’t finished eating.
In an ideal world, I’d have dragged him out of the door after dumping the cereal in the bin and yelling something about how he will have to go hungry. Yet, like Supermum, I instead ushered him out of the door, balancing the bowl in my arms, alongside the other million bags he needs with him. Diego loves a good opportunity to get me into trouble; given ten minutes after stepping foot in the place, he’d be telling his teachers he hasn’t been fed. Tug on a few heartstrings. Make Mummy look evil.
The time has arrived where I have to apply for Diego’s first school; he starts in September 2019 so the cut off date for applications is January. Half of me is gutted. I am seriously not ready for my baby to become a boy. I don’t want to give up the cuddles and kisses. I don’t want him to stop holding my hand. I could never be ready to let him go. On the plus side, I am excited. I am anticipating becoming something other than a snack slave, virus catcher. I can even part-time retire from being a snotter-clearner-upper. There is a world out there outside motherhood and I feel like it’s waiting for me with Prosecco.
Choosing a school is one of the hardest tasks I’ve been given. It’s important to pick somewhere he will be happy, and that responsibility is all mine. This alone means I deserve that prosecco.
- By Boneata Bell