My 'baby' has now started "big boy school" - he looks all grown up in his uniform, and despite my fears that education will ruin my beautiful, kind, considerate, loving son, he seems to be thriving.
However, a word has entered our vocabulary and I really don't like it. This word puts a strain on our relationship, makes me feel that I've failed in some way, and generally upsets me....
The word?
Hurry....
Since starting school we are in a hurry:
not getting dressed quickly enough - "hurry up"
not putting his shoes on quickly enough - "hurry up"
not getting in the car quickly enough - "hurry up"
not walking down the path quickly enough - "hurry up"
And before you tell me to set the alarm earlier, yes the alarm is early enough. The pressure still remains, that we are now working to a strict timetable and cannot be late. We are clock watching like never before. We have no time to "stand and stare", but must be there. And I don't like it.
