I have been a bag of nerves this week. The anticipation of which classes my children would be in next year got the better of me.
I know – it shouldn’t be a big deal. Each year the classes change at my children’s school. They are grouped by age, so sometimes they will be with children in their own year, and other times some will be in the year above or below. It’s fine – children make new relationships all of the time.
Making new relationships
My daughter and her current best friend went into school holding hands, looking very glum, yesterday. They anticipated separation for the next school year. Miraculously, they are going to be together again! Now, I didn’t predict that one. My son is not with any of the boys in his current class, but I know he will be fine. They change friends so often at that age that it shouldn’t be a problem.
So, why was I so worked up about something I couldn’t change? I knew when it was going to happen, I knew that there may be tears, but whatever I thought or did would not change things. They are as they are. It is all out of my control.
Out of my control
Part of this affects me and my life, too. It is not just about whether my children are happy, it actually has an impact on my situation. There are many entrances to the school building, and the parents of the children in each class generally spend some time together, morning and afternoon, outside a classroom door. Having people I like and trust around to chat to is important to me – it can make a real difference to my day.
So, if I’m honest, I was not only concerned about my children’s happiness, I was also thinking about my own. I still get that feeling of anticipation as I walk into the school grounds: will the friendly parents be there already? Or will I suddenly receive an urgent message on my phone that needs attention now?
My own relationships
I think it is okay to admit that I get on with some parents better than others. We naturally gravitate towards those we feel we have something in common with. And if I’m happy and confident when my children come out of school, hopefully some of my feelings will transfer to them. We may travel home as one happy, contented unit. (Or we may not…)
One thing I need to remember is to accept the things I can’t change. Everything will work itself out in the end. In the words of Julian of Norwich, And all shall be well.
What fills you with anticipation?
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