You know what’s most surprising about those years your beloved little person starts school?
You haven’t met this many new people since YOU started school.
Suddenly, you’re the one at the school gate who’s walking away, and there are whole new set of rules to learn.
What you quickly work out is that, when it comes to the politics of the school gate, it isn’t actually you who makes the calls about who “we” will be friends with, and who “we” won’t. It’s the kids. If little Tommy likes little Abby then you and Abby’s mum had better get along, or it’s going to be a VERY long year.
The kids don’t care how their parents feel about Abby’s parents. The kids just want you to leave them alone to play. They just want to be free to hang out and play, to just be, and they need a home to do it in.
Wherever your kids are on the schooling ladder, what matters to them (and their brains, according to many experts) is that somewhere in their busy schedules of piano practice, Chinese lessons, soccer Saturdays and homework, homework, homework, they get time to get out of our sight and get dirty, to rumble and play and generally behave like a pair of boisterous puppies.
Meanwhile, the grown-ups are tying themselves in knots stressing out about playdates. There are some parents who are very, very good at playdates. They always seem to have something warm and wholesome coming out of the oven, the art supplies are already laid out on the tables, an afternoon of improving activities is already planned, followed by a nutritionally-balanced dinner, right on time.