This month our columnist shares her thoughts on... sharing
The time has come: our little one is about to start school. This is great news in many ways, as he’s a September baby and is ready to move on to the next phase of learning. But I will miss our mornings together, and I will miss the wonderful nursery staff who have nurtured him so brilliantly up till now.
There is one major downside, which only occurred to me a couple of days ago. I was telling a friend how relieved I was that, now Lola was 12, there was no mothers’ race at Sports Day any more. “So glad that ordeal is finally over!” I laughed. And then I remembered Hugo.
I have a vivid memory of the first mothers’ race I did at Lola’s primary school. I woke up the next day and wondered why I could hardly walk. It turned out that in my bid not to humiliate myself and my daughter, I had pulled most of my leg muscles.
Of course there are lots of mums who run for pleasure, and then there are those that have such long legs they don’t even need to break a sweat as they glide across the finishing line. There may well be mums at Hugo’s primary school who will be young enough to be my daughter. None of this bodes well for the next seven years.
I constantly tell my children that it’s the taking part that counts. But I just wonder, might there be any age exemptions on that?