I've been doing the daily chaffering of Aaron to and from school for around 9 weeks now. The novelty of it all is still around and I look forward to getting him ready each morning. It hasn't been a chore yet and I still get a thrill out of seeing him walking off to class with his little backpack.
I eagerly ask him each day what he has done but he's still very tight lipped about it all. I wish the school had a webcam that I could use to peek in on him through the day. I'm always so excited about everything that he's doing.
Its the same with any of the activities that his school organizes - and there have been quite a few in 9 short weeks! I haven't groaned that we need to make yet another trip to the school or that I need to prepare some food. It all seems so fun.
I'm in the 'honeymoon' period aren't I? I don't remember my mother being all that upbeat about taking me to school for another concert or from some fund raising activity.
In the big, long scheme of things, I'm only 1.6% of the way through Aaron's school life - rough calculation indicates that there are around 550 school weeks in his 13 years of primary and secondary school. I wonder when I'll start feeling the grind of it all.
Am I turning into one of those women who have made their children their lives? I hope that I won't suddenly feel lost in 551 weeks time. At the same time, I don't want to eventually end up being one of those grouchy mothers that always complain about spending the day driving, cooking and cleaning for their children. I want all this enthusiasm that I have now to last.
And what brought on a post like this? Well, tomorrow is the Autumnal Celebration at his class and right now, I am waiting for the agar-agar I made to set so I can top it off with some fruits. I have never even heard of 'Autumnal Celebrations' before this - I think they made it up.