It has been 33 weeks since I managed to squeeze a second School run into my working week. For a long time I have been the one to escort our boy through the School gates on a Friday morning, hand in hand making our way into something, the last School and work day of the week. And so when I managed to add a Thursday afternoon to our mummy and son time it felt very special. I treasure this time with my boy, where I get to be the one to pick him up – not Nanny, not Grandad nor Daddy but I. To see his face as he peers around the door looking for me, the smile, the excitement for how we’ll spend the next few hours before Daddy is home and sometimes sadness because the day has been long.
I love being the one he runs to, the one he throws his book bag and water bottle to even if it is for just one day. The one he looks up at asking if we will be visiting the swings whilst he dips his fingers into my coat pocket in hope for his treat. Come rain or shine there is no place I’d rather be, I will never taken this time for granted because out of 10 School runs a week, 39 weeks of the year I get to be the one who takes those few steps with him only 78 times, only 2 times a week. One day he will take himself off to school, and in 171 days and 16 weeks time I will have to leave him at the School gates. At Junior School he will be a big boy where I have to wave him goodbye from a far. That will be hard.
This time together means so much to me and even more so since the afternoons have become filled with daylight and sunshine, just like this one. Where we can spend our time together outdoors. And on this day, a sun filled day in February when it may have been blooming freezing but the sun was shining and with the promise of hot chocolate we wrapped up warm and head over to Trentham Gardens for a wander.
On this day I remember thinking how much I had noticed a few changes in him lately. How much he had grown up, how his legs were longer, his face looking older – my boy was growing up at a rapid pace. I don’t feel ready for him to graduate from Infants School, I’m not ready for him to leave me at the School gates – for him to wear a crisp white shirt and a school tie with a real knot that I will have to teach him to tie each morning.
And so, I decided to hang back a little, to watch from
afar or a few steps behind and take all of him in, to soak up the February sunshine and all of him. To watch as he explored, as he ran into the sunshine, as he sat and ate his treats whilst the ducks waited for scraps. I very quickly pulled out my phone and grabbed a few photos as I knew that in a few days or weeks I would look back on this day and feel happy, emotional, sad and in love. That on this day I want to remember how it felt to be so proud, to be the one he calls out to when the ducks are trying to steal his food. This boy, he continues to amaze me every day.