I wonder in time to come,
what exactly my children will remember,
when they are asked about me?
However I am not the most organized mother.
My children have even gone as far as to say,
they do not think I am a “real” mom.
Mind you this is usually,
when they are speaking of home baking,
and homes of their friends which are immaculately clean.
In Ireland the Summer Holidays last forever.
(Well May to September for the older ones,
and June to September for my youngest)
As a result of having them home for so long,
I find it almost impossible to remember,
that they will in fact have to go back to school.
I love to see them on holiday,
with nothing to worry about.
Just being and doing as children should.
The difficulty with this is,
that I put my head in the sand,
and my fingers in my ears,
and refuse to face up to the whole,
“time to go back to school” reality.
It reminds me of Christmas,
some mothers are ready for September,
before the holidays even begin!
So it was,
that I did not buy a new uniform for my daughter,
to replace the one I mistakenly recycled,
until last Monday,
which was in fact the day before school began.
The ladies in all the shops I tried,
were actually kind enough not to laugh at me,
as they told me that they had no small sizes left!
I also did not remember,
to buy the copies and small things,
my youngest needed for school.
Nor did I remember to check,
if in fact the uniform,
I thought was in her wardrobe,
was actually there!
So it was that this morning I woke,
and had to face the painful truth,
our most wonderful Summer holidays were over.
My children had to face the painful truth,
that they were foolish to trust their mother,
to equip them properly for school.
My older girl is gone off,
wearing an old pair of school pants I found,
which belonged to her sister,
and were last worn at least six years ago.
My youngest is gone in,
wearing a skirt which also does not exactly fit well,
but will surely fit perfectly,
in six years time!
Although lucky for me with all the whining over the uniform,
they paid little attention,
to everything else they were missing.
Perhaps I might wonder what they will think of me,
in the years ahead,
but today I know exactly what they think of me,
and I would not like to print it!