School has been back for just over a fortnight now.
Two weeks to get your head around the day-to-day-chaos of work, school and life. A week for your kids to come to terms with new classrooms, and new friends and new subjects.
And two weeks where the number one topic on the lips of every parent at drop off is “Which teacher did your kids get?”
It’s time for the comparisons and rumours to fly.
The my-neighbours-child-had-her-and-she-was wonderful/terrible/inattentive/over the top.
There are sighs of envy if your child got the teacher everyone longed for and groans and eyebrow raises if you got THAT one.
If your child managed to score a newbie you’ll find that while on one hand there aren’t any rumours or gossip about the fresh graduate, on the other you’ll inevitably hear tales of the time so-and-sos child had a first year teacher and what a disaster it was.
Last week at cricket practise we mothers gathered like teenagers analysing and examining who got who.
I was particularly concerned about my youngest son who ended up with two teachers in a job share. What if he gets confused I worried out loud? What if there is no consistency? What if he finds it hard to adjust to the change?
What if it’s a disaster? I had worked myself up into quite a state imagining the worst for my six-year-old when a veteran school mother-of-four interrupted my mounting hysteria with some words of wisdom I have thought about since.