|The family, minus my boy|
Ok, so it is term 4. In fact the school year is almost over and I am sitting here with half and hour before the school run begins and I am doing my nails. Not a full manicure but a basic cut and file. This is basic maintenance. But I realised that it wasn’t so long ago that I struggled to do anything extra in those hours before getting the kids to school.
It was hard to take a shower and dress. It was a good day if I managed the mascara and some lipstick. I rarely got a chance to read the word, the media or my social media feeds to see what was happening in the world. I was not able to contemplate listening to ABC radio or playing some new tunes.
My mornings have generally been hard work. Each activity finely tuned and organised. Making breakfast, packing lunches, organising school bags, finding uniform, school hats, signing the diary, permission forms and the like. But suddenly the pressure has eased up. It could be argued that the kids are just getting better at being organised. Maybe that is true. But what is more startling is the realisation is that they are older and becoming more independent.
I recall wondering if there would ever come a time when I would be free of doing up seat belts, wiping bottoms and getting sipper cups of milk. Well the time has come. We are all a bit older, more experienced and growing in independence. It does not mean that we don’t have mornings that go absolutely pear shaped. We do. But it is on the whole a lot easier than it used to be. I hadn’t noticed until my man pointed out the obvious change in our household. Our kids are growing up.