Back to School 2020, after the longest summer holidays known to mankind, was a bit emotional. On the one hand, many of us couldn’t wait to dropkick our offspring back into school after what seemed like an eternity with them during lockdown. While on the other hand, well, we’d just had what seemed like an eternity with them so it’s natural that you miss them or feel a bit sad or teary that they’re going back.
For me lockdown was a really difficult time. I was very socially isolated and at the beginning of Spring I was very frightened of how my family were going to cope. But the silver lining was getting to spend lots more time with my son that I normally would. Don’t get me wrong – it didn’t always feel like a silver lining at the time. But by the end of the summer I realised I’d learnt loads more about him as a person and how he learns (thanks to my pathetic but well meaning attempts at home schooling). In the end I saw the whole experience as an invaluable opportunity that we’d (all being well) never get again.
I remember when my son started primary school and I unexpectedly hit a bog of depression. I did a little bit of research and found at that (usually) women can experience almost a second wind of post natal depression when their children start school full time (often felt more keenly with an only child like mine). I wouldn’t be surprised if there are other mothers who feel the same or similar this September regardless of which year their children are going into.
So back he went to school, after so long at home with Mummy, and I immediately missed him. But things are working well, for him and to a lesser extent for me. But he’s my priority so that’s good enough for me. Back to School 2020 has been a weird one. But so far so good.