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For a son about to start school


Next week this time, it will be chaos around the house. Your dad and I will be running helter-skelter trying to get you ready in time for your first day at school. Like parents around the country, Appa and I will be making sure that your uniform are ironed, your lunch box packed, your shoes polished, your hair combed, your teeth brushed...my head swirls even as I think of all the chores to be done. And there are all the instructions we need to give you. Raise your hand when you need to use the toilet. Finish all your lunch. Don't play rough in the playground. Listen to what your teacher says. Don't talk during class...but despite all my worries, I'm excited for you. I don't see it as the end of a carefree chapter as much as the beginning of a significant period of your life.

Soon your days will be dictated by the school calendar. And you will settle into a comfortable routine of school days and weekends. Your vocabulary will swell and you will make new friends. You will learn to read and to write. You will be embarrassed of me and Appa and banish us from talking to your friends. For our part, we will dread going to the PTA meetings and we will pray that your teacher will have nothing to complain about your behaviour. There will be PE injuries and head lice to contend with. Lunch menus to think of. Summer uniforms to sort out. Holiday camps to enrol to...

But somewhere amidst the chaos of such tumultous change, I will miss our time together. All these years when I didn't have to share your days with the school. When I could let you stay awake and watch TV and not worry that you will wake up late for school the next morning. When we could go on a holiday in May because we felt like it. Or ride the local train on a Tuesday morning on a whim. I will miss you, kutty-ma.

And it's not going to be easy for us watching you go through the school gate for the first time. But we will walk away knowing that our little one is in safe hands. And will be running home to us in just over six hours' time.

Comments

Bubby said…
All the best chinnu :)
Amma madiri 'yosicchu ezhudi' exam time waste panni 10vadu rank vaangaradai vida
Chitti madiri 'mug adichi' before time answer panni exam la 1st rank vaangaradu better

-Anbu chitti
rads said…
Lovely post for him to read later on :)

My munchkin's off to preschool next Tuesday. It's going to be hard.
Archana said…
Good luck to all three of you :-))!
Space Bar said…
gosh. is this school school? He's already been through the separation anxieties, no?

(I must confess, though, that every Sunday night, I groan at having to wake up early and feel elated at the thought of a few hours to myself).
Shyam said…
aw, he looks SO cute! Good luck with school - I'm sure he'll enjoy it, he's such a friendly little chap! :)
gayathri said…
all the best saketh...
enjoy your school life

mama , mami, ananya
Inbavalli said…
Ammani, have been a lurker for some time.

Believe me, school is the best thing that happened to motherhood. You get 3-6 hours all to yourself without an iota of guilt, fear, etc. etc. I'm thrilled to see my kids board the bus on Monday morning.

Guess this actually ought to go into your Bad Momma blog :-)
naga mama said…
All the best Saketh. Have a great time at school.
naga mama
ahiri said…
and some years from now he will take a train to school all by himself ... and i will come back to your blog to see a post on that :)

happy blogging,
Sunita said…
Hmm.... Good luck!!

First time here and will come back for more
Anonymous said…
My daughter is too and I have now only started thinking about the day that she is going to go to school and how much I am going to miss her :(...

You have a great way of writing and I keep coming to your blog daily hoping for more...

- A Fan
A4ISMS said…
Congratulations! And all the best for the next 15 to 16 years!

When you are a parent, nothing really changes when it comes to missing your kid on his first day at school....or on his first day in a college campus!
Good luck to your son.
yezdi said…
lady i've been reading your posts for a while now and must admit i love them. however this one is probably one of your really sad posts. may be caz i'm not a mother so can'tt relate or whatever but i find neither the ammani creativity nor so much of desire to write about. Was it just for the scrapbook...

PS: the pic is real cute
SS said…
A very heartwarming post :) Good luck. Hope your son loves school!
Deepa said…
I always say that its not just the kids who need a "smooth" transition.
WA said…
How was the first day, for the lil one and for the parents?
Ramya said…
This is the first blog i have ever read.Touching one.
The way you have portrayed how your son's academic career is going to be is superb.
Will come to read more of ur blogs...
Mohan K.V said…
Lovely, lovely post! All the best :-) !

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