Four school bags washed - check, four water bottles - check, 2 big picnics and 2 smaller ones -check, 5 diapers and spare clothes - check. It is 22 Sunday night and with these closing remarks I go upstairs, get next to my sleeping husband and lightly snoring 2 and-a-half-year old baby and by long I fall asleep. With this anticipation, I will have a smooth first morning of pre-school with my baby and her three siblings. I will even have time to do my morning sports.. I wake up 7:30. I will have 30 minutes to get my "big girls" 7 and 10 woken up, fed and out from the house, 15 luxuorious minutes more to prepare my 5 and 2 year olds. Ok, I can do it I tell my self while splashing water on my face, drinking a big glass of water with my omega 3, B2,6,12 and iron supplements. I put my training clothes and set the water boiling. Meanwhile, I pack the bags and set the table. 7:42, I have to wake up the girls. They are wonderful, peaceful, independent, elegantly flowing downstairs, eating their breakfast, brushing their teeth and out from the door with my husband. I remain with my two adorable pieces of challenge. The confinement has made my morning reflexes slower, my patience with hardship and resistance more fragile. My littles ones are not acting elegantly. They don't dress up in the proposed clothes (2 year old), or do it tooooo slowly (5 year old). They don't like to eat the porridge (2 yo)or eat it toooo slowly (5 yo). Brushing teeth: both like doing it, eating the tooth paste and throwing the brushes to wherever before my "control tour" starts. Ok 8:25. We really have to get out of the door. Now! Kids dressed I have to go to the ladies room knowing the risk I take. 45 sek is long enough for the 2 yo to have emptied her school bag and opened the water bottle which has now emptied on her brand new school items, neatly packed just 45 secs ago. I search a new school bag (fortunate thing so many kids you always find a bag!)and we are ready to go! Go go go! while we run to school I brief my baby about her day, how there will be a new lady wearing a mask to take her, but who is super nice, and she will meet her new class, and eat and play and sleep just as in the creche. And she would see her big brother during the breaks. And then mom will come (and rescue her). Oh my god I felt bad explaining this to her. I have flashbags from 8 years back having gone through the first "Rentree" with my eldest one. I was worried to sick. There seemingly are things that don't change, mom's concern and love for her babies. So I leave her there. Strategically my late arrival means they all leave immeadiately to classes, no frustrating lingering in tears at the gate. My baby cries in the arms of the lady looking at me upset.I turn around and start running towards the woods.
You all know what happens after these dramatic farewells. As I pick-up my babies in the afternoon, I get two wonderfully joyful bundles of love running towards me with the biggest smiles ever, as if they had en to the school forever! The teachers confirm the day had gon very well, it was rather my boy who had been worried about his little sister, whether she would get warm food, somebody to play outside and so forth. He had searched her first thing during the break and run with a big smile to cuddle her! My little prince!I received compliments for having such great kids. Wow, the big moment for the mom. And we leave home, happy and stronger, having the last first rentree behind. Amen, no more times.
