As I chewed on my cheese sandwich at work today my mind was with my son…
Since he started school emotions have been running high and there’s always part of me that’s thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and hoping he’s okay. He’s been drip feeding us information about what his days look like and we don’t want to push him too much; but, I’m gradually piecing his schedule together and I whisper it because it feels so fragile but, in spite of fairly regular morning resistance, he seems to be enjoying himself. And to be honest… school sounds more than bearable.
For instance, as I was eating cheese in-between slightly stale bread followed by an apple which had been badly bruised when Koa mistook it for a ball – he was enjoying a Beef Tortilla Stack with a side of jacket wedges, carrots and green beans followed by pear and berry crumble with custard… I mean seriously. School meals have changed. That is not even close to what I remember. I remember a ham sandwich, an apple similar to the one I was enjoying 25 years later and if I was really lucky, a yogurt.
And then, when I went into some afternoon meetings he headed out to the playground, played for a bit, and then had a ’special’ music lesson. Now, I have no details on the content of this lesson, but Adlai told me he ‘loved it’. As much as I enjoyed my afternoon I don’t think I would be able to share the same sentiment as my son.
So far I’ve learnt that your firstborn starting school is incredibly emotional for everyone concerned, that school has changed a lot – in a really good way, and that school meals are so awesome I’m considering asking Adlai to bring me home a doggy bag.
