She is bubbling over with excitement as we make our way to the school gates. Her eyes are bright. She’s happy and carefree. She occasionally skips or breaks into a run, all the while chatting away about this, that and the other.
We step through the gates and flashes of blue, white and red speed past. She takes my hand as we walk to her classroom cautiously making our way past big kids playing tag, netball, or simply running riot in the crisp morning air.
She beams as one of her mates calls out her name. She does an excited skip and gives them a shy wave. Another friend more than a head shorter than her rushes up to give her a massive bear hug lifting her up until only her toes are touching the ground. The two of them giggle. There’s no need for words. Their eyes say it all.
She hangs up her bag and I help her unpack. She gets distracted easily. There’s so many kids to watch and things to show me in her classroom.
We head to the assembly area to wait for the bell to ring. Sometimes she picks up a skipping rope and joins the other kids in a mad skipping frenzy, other times she sits on my lap and nestles into my chest, the shy little girl resurfacing for a few moments.
The bell rings and she blows me a kiss before filing off with her classmates – a smile on her face and a newly acquired confidence. As we make our way to the school gates, I can’t help but let Miss Five’s happiness rub off on me. For a few moments, nothing else matters. I’m calm and carefree and dropping my daughter off at school is exactly where I want to be.
I smile as I listen to her chatter, occasionally responding with a ‘really’, ‘wow’ or ‘oh my goodness’, when she pauses for a breath.
We step through the gates and I greet people with a smile and a ‘morning’, as I guide my distracted little girl to her classroom to unpack her bag and hurriedly make our way to the assembly area.
I’m eager to catch up with the other Prep mums, who are fast becoming my friends. We chat about our kids, school, work, what we’re doing on the weekend. Conversation is easy and natural and I find myself laughing – a lot.
After our kids file off to their classroom, we linger for five or so minutes to continue chatting until we remember there’s little more than five hours until pick up. We’ve been quick to learn that nothing goes faster than a school day.
I’ve loved watching Miss Five find her place in the school community, form friendships and come out of her shell. The nerves and overwhelm, which marked the start of the school year, for her and I, are a distant memory.
I’m proud of us. Six months into school and we’re nailing it. Here’s to another six months of smooth sailing.
How’s the school year treating you so far? Happy to be on holidays?
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