On Becoming a ‘School’ Mum

While stood at the school gate waiting to pick my daughter up from her first day at nursery it hit me, I’m a school mum now.

On becoming a school mum

No more lazy days of not showering or getting dressed because I have too much work to do.

I have to wear a bra at least five days a week.

When I’m feeling down there is no more hiding in the house, I have to put on a brave face and be ready to face the world, or the other school mums at least.

Come rain or shine, and even snow, I’ll be there, trudging back and fore to the school.

This is my foreseeable future. I’m in a school mum now.

She has started nursery, or play-school, or pre-school, whatever it’s called.

I feel like a fraud, I don’t know any of the relevant terms or, well, anything. I didn’t even know she had snacks until I saw her eating fruit at pick up time.

Just yesterday we received the application form for ‘proper’ nursery, one where she wears a uniform and everything. There was no list of schools to choose from, no nothing. Just a form to fill in and assumptions that I know about these things when I know nothing.

I need to get my head around all of this because I’m a school mum now.