Whether starting school for the first time, or returning as ‘old-hands’, the new school year brings a mix of excitement and trepidation for both kids and parents alike. This month our columnists, Carol Duncan and Chris Howe, tell us two very different stories as they prepare for their kids’ 2011 school adventures.
We’ve all experienced it at some stage as a parent. That sinking feeling in your gut; the do-I-vomit-now, do I scream, and if I do, who will hear me or care? It’s happened to me twice now as a parent, many times as an aunty and, I’m sure, with grandchild number four on the way it’s bound to happen many more times in my life.
To me, January has the leisurely feel of a finely brewed tea: throw in a sprinkling of beach swims and ice-cream trips, a dash of cruisy public holidays, some time spent catching up with good friends and then mix generously with plenty of slow mornings. Perfect. My children relish television time when they get up, as it is a forbidden luxury during the school term. And I enjoy the fact that there is no rush to chivvy them through the daily rigmarole of breakfast eating/bag packing/uniform finding/tooth brushing in the hope that they look half presentable before being delivered to school.