The latest tales from Mummy Margot and reflecting back on the start of the new term and how time flies…
There’s always a long sigh of relief in our house (mostly from Mummy it has to be said) when all the nametapes are sewn in, school shoes are bought and ready to go and the first school run is done and dusted. Normal service can now resume after a long summer break. Surely I can’t be the only mother out there who hasn’t longed for the structure of the first day of term and the peace and quiet left behind? No longer am I knee deep in glitter, rendered crippled and swearing by a surprise piece of Lego under a rug or having to cope with several hundred meal requests in a day. The autumn term has arrived and working from home has suddenly become tranquil again after a gruelling eight weeks trying to entertain the girls, get work done and stay sane.
However, listening to the silence in the house makes me turn a touch towards the wistful. Where has the time gone? How have my children grown a foot in the holidays? Can this really be Poppy’s last year at nursery? Is Primrose really going to be 7 in a few weeks? How is it possible to miss those little faces so much when they have driven me crazy over the summer?
Growing up, dear Reader. It’s that awful thing that seems to have happened to my cherubs when I wasn’t looking. Watching weepy mothers bid farewell to their small ones as they embarked on their first day of ‘proper’ school, I found myself choking back a tear or two with the thought that dear Poppy will be there all too quickly and I shall be the one needing waterproof mascara.
I suppose that’s the lot of a mother – we want our dear ones to grow up but just not that quickly. I can’t count the number of times I’ve chivvied the little darlings on to the next thing, scooped them up when they’ve fallen flat into a puddle on their first day back (I’m looking at you, Poppy), remembered too late that kissing them goodbye and using their nickname in public is total social suicide at 6 ¾ (yes, Primrose I know that I am immensely embarrassing) and mopped up the tears of tiredness at the end of the long school day when you’ve suggested shepherds’ pie for tea and not sausages and mash. Somehow the everyday is all about the growing up and you wonder how on earth you can stop it from happening in the blink of an eye.
So with the first couple of months of school in the bag and Poppy and Primrose firmly settled into the old routine, it’s just me and the dog in the kitchen for most of the day until the next school holiday descends on the house. Back to work, tip tapping away on the old laptop with Monty in his basket – it’s funny, dear Reader, I’m suddenly wishing I wasn’t all grown up!
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Photography: Millie Pilkington at milliepilkington.co.uk