Spending an hour at school with my son is like planning a military operation!
Today I had the privilege to join my eldest son at school for an hour to get a taste of what goes on in the classroom. I often think about how I would like to be a fly on the wall at school and see what my boys get up to and today I really could. But with four boys to split myself between, these well intended bonding days are not the easiest to navigate!
The morning got off to a shaky start. My husband, by chance, had the day off work so I enlisted him to look after our 1 year old. After nagging the boys to get their shoes on for the umpteenth time, I grabbed all the bags to load in their drinks bottles and was greeted by a brown, squashed and incredibly pungent banana in my four year olds bag. Apparently Friday’s fruit snack didn’t quite make it into the fruit tray last week! So, after the rigmoural of cleaning out the said bag, my youngest cottoned on to the fact that he was not coming on this morning’s military mission that was the typical charge to the school gates and the wailing began!
Thank goodness we only live a few minutes away!
4 year old safely in the door – check!
Bag on peg – check!
Fresh banana IN FRUIT TRAY – check!
Hug and kiss from mummy – check!
Threatening my 6 year old that I will shout ‘love you darling’ through his classroom door if he doesn’t say goodbye to me before running off – check!
Quick chat with my 7 year olds teacher to make sure it was ok for me to go in today as I had written the Wednesday session on the form in error – check!
Cuppa in the hall with the other mums before our session begins – Che…………oh damn it! I had just remembered that my 1 year old had thrown his bottle of milk somewhere that morning. I knew that my husband would not find it as, let’s just say, looking for things that aren’t under his nose isn’t exactly his strong point.
I had a big feeling of panic creep up on me as I imagined him screaming and rolling around on the floor at the realisation that his favourite comforter was not there – not to mention how my 1 year old was feeling 😉 So instead of relaxing with the other mums, chatting about either what impressive changes the school were making or what happened on towie last night, depending on who I sat next to, I had to run all the way home, clenching my pelvic floor as I went. I was greeted at the door by my calm looking husband (who had certainly not sounded calm when I spoke to him 5 minutes earlier!) telling me that he had just found the milk bottle under the table in the lounge and that sanity had been restored.
So, off I ran back to school for the second time that day and made it just in time for us to all be led to our allocated classrooms. Straight away, my son jumped up and came to get me a stool to sit on. ‘What a little gentleman!’ I thought ‘Hey, check this out other mums, look at what a perfect little man I am raising!’ Or maybe not……………as I looked around and realised that all the other kids were doing it too! I had a sneaky suspicion that the teacher may have helped a little in this act of chivalry! Nevertheless, I was going to enjoy the moment as in just 6 hours from now I would be the one waiting on him hand and foot.
The lesson progressed to the topic of World War 2 – a subject my son loves. (Although, he has been told by the teacher he mustn’t teach the other children some of his knowledge as they prefer to make it a little more sugar coated if you know what I mean!) My little fella kept glancing back at me with a cheeky little smile and I felt blessed that he was so happy to have me there. Give it another year or two and I’m sure he would rather eat his own shoe than be seen with his mum in school. But right now, he looked proud as punch! My shy little 4 year old from reception had grown into a confident 7 year old in year 3. I think his ambition is to be the class joker rather than top of the class but I am ok with that. He has had quite a journey over the past three years and if he can grow this much in such a short space of time then I have so much hope for him in the years to come.
I am thankful that the school gave us this chance to see our children in the environment in which they spend so much of their lives and I can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow with my 6 year old. Although with the subject being maths rather than writing as it was today, I have little doubt that it will be the 6 years olds who end up teaching me a thing or two! As I tucked my 6 year old into bed tonight he told me that he wished I could come in to school with him every day. This is music to my ears given that most mornings he runs off without so much as a ‘see you later alligator’. It reminds me that all my boys are still at such a precious age, despite the cheek they give me, and I intend to make every day count. The simplest of things such as popping into school for an hour means the world to them, and if that is the case then it means the world to me too. Even if my presence there needs more planning than a military operation!