Well the countdown has begun, only 6 days until we drop Aidan off at hostel. Thankfully he is very excited and well, we’ll go with that. Reality can settle in when he’s lying on the single bed listening to the sounds of 7 other Grade 2 boys breathing in the dark, in the dorm. Except I’ll be 65kms away watching the 8pm M-Net movie on Sunday night trying not to cry. I pray for God’s protection over him.
An end of an era. No more jettsetting at a moments notice. No more taking a weeks leave at anytime for a break.
We’ve hit school rules. School regime. Sport. Meetings. A teacher I don’t know from Adam that may or may not give me the time of day.
Oh well, we all have to grow up sometime. New friends to make. New memories to enjoy.
I got quiet a lot a flak this holiday from people who disapproved of me sending Aidan away to boarding school so young. What the fuck am I to do? If that’s the closest decent school, then that’s the closest decent school!
Having kids requires, patience, stamina and a sizable pair of balls.