Back in 1999 my daughters started reception class at the local primary school. At almost five years of age, they were desperate to start school and back then the mere thought of year thirteen seemed light years away.
Today, heralds their last full day at school after fourteen years. Apart from popping in for exams, it’s over…
How’s a mum supposed to feel about that I wonder? Well for starters, it’s making me feel a whole lot older. The revelation that you have children of school age makes you sound relatively youthful to complete strangers. Soon, I’ll have to say that I have two daughters at university and that makes me sound much more grown-up!
School days for my daughters have been good on the whole. They have accumulated a fantastic bunch of friends, always worked incredibly hard and been taught by some truly inspired teachers.
But now, it’s onwards and upwards as they look forward to new-found freedom at universities a mere eight hours away from each other (grades permitting). Yep, life is about to take a different direction for us as a family – a new learning curve to negotiate and get used to.
What am I going to do with all that free-time? I’ll have to get back to you on that one. All I’ll say is that I hope to rediscover the old me, the one before I was overwhelmed by my daughters. Who knows where that woman is right now – she has been buried for a very long time!!
I have been thinking about some facts and figures to do with my daughters’ days at school and this is what I’ve come up with; they’re really quite scary -
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