Feb 4, 2012

"I want my old life back"

Number Two has been attending school for 3 days. He seemed well-adjusted, He was all excited, having seen me drop off his elder brother at school all year. He wanted the friends, the birthday party invites, the playdates...

Last year, I told him he would go to school when he was 5 years old. So on the first day of school, said, "I am 5 today!"
Err, not quite, but almost, I said.

Yesterday morning, while sending him to school, I bumped into some mothers and started chatting.
He pulled at my arm. "Come on, mama. You're going to make me late for class."


Yesterday however, after dinner, he solemnly said: "I want my old life back."

I swear, verbatim, that's what he said. His statements never fail to shock me because we've never said anything like that in the house and I wonder where he gets it from.

A small part of me wants my old life back. I'm enjoying my quiet time now that all my kids are at school. I can do anything - like write this post - without being interrupted 10 times. I can now go anywhere from 9 to 3 without getting a sitter or dragging Number 2 along. I can shop in peace without questions of "Can we go now?". But I miss him and the ability to hug him and get a kiss from him any time of the day. Hubs, who was working from home, missed his incessant chatter the first day of school. "It's strangely quiet," he said.

Anyway I digress.

I asked him, "What do you mean?". He is reticient about pinpointing school out but says:

"You know, my old life, where I can do what I want. And there is no one telling me to do things all the time."

Ahhh, I get it. He's an old but lazy and playful soul.

I reminded him of days of being alone, of not being able to do the things his brother can, like read.

He said: "I know. But I'm tired. There is so much to do." Did you go to school? he asked me.

Of course, I told him. "I carried a bag, and my water tumbler, and my lunch box and I went to school. And look how clever I am today!"

He seems convinced, for now.

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