Feeling bad for not feeling bad!!

Today brought a day that I had for a long time been looking forward to...Jacob`s first day in reception.

Now there are many, many mums out there that have been dreading this day but for me I was happy for it to arrive. I know I`m going to be told I`m cold hearted that I was counting down the days till the end of the holidays but I knew that Jacob would be fine and that he he was soooo ready to start school.

Jacob is a very confident and bright little boy who needs stimulation and the need to learn has been apparent from an early age.


To say that I was counting down the days till he started school didn`t mean that I didn`t cry today....I did!!!

In the run up to today I have heard other mums saying that they are so emotional and crying all the time about their child starting school, and the whole time I have been like, nope I`m ok with it happening.

I started to feel bad for not feeling bad!!

This morning Jacob woke with so much enthusiasm about going to school that it warmed my heart. He jumped out of bed and asked if he could get dressed for school before breakfast but unfortunately he wasn`t due to start till 1 pm; a random time in my eyes but the school had decided to cut the class in half and do a staggered entry.

I was slightly apprehensive as to how Jacob would go into school this afternoon but I need not of worried....he ran on in and I had to call him back to grab a kiss and hug!!!


Emotionally I was ok until I found a lovely poem written by Emma Robinson from Motherhood for Slackers / http://www.facebook.com/motherhoodforslackers....after reading it I was a blubbering wreck!!!

Let me know what you think xxx

Dear Teacher

I know you're rather busy 

First day back, there's just no time

A whole new class of little ones 

And this one here is mine

I'm sure you have things covered

And have done this lots before

But my boy is very little

He hasn't long turned four

In his uniform this morning

He looked so tall and steady

But now beside your great big school

I’m not quite sure he’s ready

Do you help them eat their lunch?

Are you quick to soothe their fears?

And if he falls and hurts his knee

Will someone dry his tears?

And what if no-one plays with him?

What if someone’s mean?

What if two kids have a fight 

And he’s caught in between?

You’re right, I have to leave now

It’s time for him to go

I’m sure he’ll learn so much from you

Things that I don’t know

Yes, I’m sure they settle quickly

That he’s fine now without me

I know he has to go to school

It’s just so fast, you see

It seems like just a blink ago

I first held him in my arms

It’s been my job to love, to teach

To keep him safe from harm

So, when I wave goodbye in a moment 

And he turns to walk inside 

Forgive me if I crumple

Into tears of loss and pride

I know as I give him one more kiss

And watch him walk away, 

That he’ll never again be wholly mine

As he was before today.

Dear Parent,

I understand that you are scared

to wave your child goodbye

and leave him in a teacher’s hands

don’t worry if you cry!

I’m used to weeping parents

It’s hard to leave I know. 

But it’s time to share him (just a bit)

To help him learn and grow.

Let me reassure you

That I’ll give your child my best

I’ll wipe his tears, soothe his fears 

And change his dirty vest!

If your darling child is full of cold

I’ll blow their nose all day

Just like you, I’ll care for them

In a special way.

I’ll treat him like I would my own

I’ll catch him from a fall and

If there is ANY problem 

I’ll be sure to tell you all.

It’s true he’ll grow to love us

They’ll talk of school a lot

It doesn’t mean they hate you

And that you should lose the plot!

I’ll tell you a secret..

That when your child is here

They talk to me as much of you

Of this please have no fear.

You’ll always be their mother

Whilst teachers come and go

To them you are their number one

This I truly know.

Soon you’ll see some changes 

In your little girl or boy

They’ll become more independent 

And to see this, it’s a joy!

I’ll teach them all I have to give

To share, climb and to write

But to you they safely will return

To tuck them in at night.

With love from a teacher…

By Emma Robinson and Leonie Roberts