Minus the stress.
The first thing I did after swooning over my newborn son’s deliciousness and grappling with breastfeeding was to ask the midwife for a pen.
There was a pile of forms to be signed and they had to be signed that very day. There will be many of you nodding right now, as you know exactly what forms I am talking about: school applications.
If you haven’t been through the process, you might think I am joking.
You might be shocked to think that parents actually think about this even before they hit the delivery ward. But it’s true.
The forms were in the mail before we left the hospital. And I use the plural deliberately here. There were forms in multiple. And for my three children together, we have applied for a dozen schools.
Choosing the right school for your child is stressful. Australia offers a wonderful education system with a whole spectrum of choice, but as a mum you want to do the right thing for your child – and when they are just days old, there is simply no way of knowing what the right education choice for them will be.
Should they go independent? Public? Catholic? Will they be sporty? Will they need specialist help?
Of course no one knows what their child’s future needs will be. But what I did know back then was that independent schools in Australia were notorious for their long waiting lists and that if I wanted to have that option, I needed to act early.
In fact, the demand for places was so intense that my son didn’t actually get into any of the four schools we placed his name down for.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this is an advertorial for School Places.
You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? 150 children ahead of your son at one school. 400 at another. It’s daunting. So you lobby and you cajole and you ring and you write.
Now, years later, I’m in the middle of deciding on my son’s new school. Again.