by BEC SPARROW
I lied to my daughter this morning.
As she sat at the kitchen bench slurping weetbix everywhere but into her mouth, I watched her push milk off her chin and announce, eyes twinkling, “I can’t wait for school next year!”
“I know! Me too!” I lied.
I don’t want her to go.
Well, I do.
Nope, nope. That’s a lie. I actually don’t.
She’s ready. I know. So ready. Readier than ready. But the fact is I’m going to miss her terribly which is apparently a rather uncool Mumsy things to say.
You see I’m surrounded by mums — wonderful mums, dear friends of mine — who I know are counting the days until their little ones are being bustled into their very first classroom.
And I get it. I do. I’m no Mary Poppins. I have my days at home with Ava when I would rather pull out my eyelashes than play another game of shops (she charges airport prices FFS) or restaurants (she refuses to make Duck l’orange and every time I go to bite my pretend pizza she announces there’s a fly in it) or hair salons (don’t even go there).
Am I making it sound fun? It’s not fun. It’s like being held hostage by Big Ted and Jemima. Last week I had to sit through a puppet show that never ended. NEVER ENDED. There wasn’t even a storyline. Ava and her cousin were just making shit up and bursting into fits of giggles. And then there’s the tantrums and the meltdowns and the whiiiiiiiiiiiiiining about nothing and pretty much everything.
But for the most part, the truth is, that little four -year-old of mine is my partner in crime.
We cook. Well I cook, she cracks an egg, does a bit of a stir-for-show and then disappears. Only to reappear when there’s a bowl to lick.
We colour-in and do jigsaws and watch Sofia the First.
We shoot the breeze about whether her late sister Georgie is working part-time as the tooth fairy. About why Jimmy Giggle is so afraid of bats. How she saw Peter Pan at her window last night.
About how I shouldn’t say “wait til the little man goes green” when we’re at a crossing because it could be a girl. In shorts. With short hair. Or maybe her hair is tied back in a ponytail.