First Day of School

First Day of (1)

To the parent whose child is so very excited to go to school, I see you.

To the parent whose child has a sick tummy from nerves, I see you.

To the parent who hasn’t slept for days, I see you.

To the parent dancing out of the school gates, I see you.

To the parent who is excited about the endless learning opportunities for their child, I see you.

To the parent who slips a bottle of hand sanitizer into their child’s school bag, I see you.

To the parent who spent the night before school starts sitting next to their sleeping child praying they will be okay, I see you.

To the parent who read their child books to prepare for school, I see you.

To the parent who is sick to their stomach, I see you.

To the parent who has tears streaming down their faces at the traffic lights, I see you.

To the parent who is high-fiving their child, I see you.

To the parent whose child cries at the thought of school, I see you.

To the parent who made up rhymes and songs about school, I see you.

To the parent who is biting their lip and straining to smile, I see you.

To the parent who has joined every lunchbox ideas website or page, I see you.

To the parent who doesn’t turn back – who can’t turn back – after school drop off, I see you.

To the parent who spent hours labelling everything, I see you.

To the parent who sewed buttons full of love on uniforms, I see you.

To the parent who spent the last 5 years protecting, I see you.

To the parent who can’t hold it together, I see you.

To the parent who spent the last two weeks baking and preparing school lunches, I see you.

To the parent who had to stop on the way to school to buy their child something for lunch, I see you.

To the parent who is sitting in the car park for hours – just in case, I see you.

To the parent who has to pry their screaming child off them, I see you.

To the parent who took extra care in ironing their child’s uniform, I see you.

To the parent who still doesn’t have all the required uniform or materials, I see you.

To the parent who wants to hang out in the playground (in a non-creepy way), I see you.

To the parent who expects to wear their night wear under “acceptable” day wear for school drop off in the near future, I see you.

To the parent who is under prepared and in denial, I see you.

To the parent who is bursting with happiness, I see you.

To the parent who is already missing cheap travel outside of school holidays, I see you.

I see you. I know you. I am you.

Who do you see?

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