Declan starts school tomorrow. It's going to be a big day. I went to school in France on three separate occasions as a child — once when I was about 4, for a year, once when I was about 6, for 3 months, and once when I was about 8, for a year. I hated it each time. When I rationally recall those times, there were friends, there was fun, laughter... but the overall memory is dominated by anxiety.
So how do I bring my son to his first day of school tomorrow cheerfully and unhypocritically? The circumstances are different – different families, different reasons for the trip – but Declan is as shy as I was. Am. Was. Whatever. Or is he? He hid behind me when we visited the class, but has been asking to go ever since. A bout of stomach flu delayed his first day by three days, so there's been even more anticipation time.
We shall see. In the meantime, we went to the beach and dipped our feet in the water. In January!! How glorious!
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