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Homework. Who knew?
My daughter is five. She started school this year.
She loves it. She’s filled with pride about how she’s learning new things, meeting new kids, has new stories to tell us every day, stories we don’t know and haven’t heard before about people we haven’t met.
It’s her first foot forward into independence, and I – contrary to both my own expectations and the ones we’re handed by the world around us – am so happy about it. I get an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing her grow in confidence every day. I swear she walks a little taller in her gingham uniform frock.
Yes, I am a proud mother.
BUT – school brings its challenges. The hours. The holidays. The the complex mish-mash of activities and equipment and expectations. It’s Clean-up Australia Day and every kids remembered their gloves except yours. It’s grandparents’ day but you’ve got meetings, it’s Easter bonnet parade and you haven’t had time to get crafty…
This is not news. These are all the stereotypes of the life of a working parent. You sneer at them, imagine they can’t half be that bad. And then they’re your life.
