When I first started driving my son to and from school in September, it felt like a bit of a hassle. I couldn’t imagine it stretching ahead of me for a full seven years. I told myself I’d have to sort out lift-shares soon to take the pressure off. But my car isn’t very big. I have to take my daughter along for the ride, and will do next year too, and there’s no room for an extra child if anyone has a PE bag or a musical instrument.
And I realised something else, I like this bit of time with my two kids on their own. Anyone else in the mix would change the dynamic. I would miss the funny conversations. I’m grateful that my 12 year old still talks to me, rather than just grunts or ignores me and I’m aware this may not last forever. I like our journeys even more when my daughter is elsewhere and it’s just the two of us.
I’m not actually in a hurry to sort out a lift-share after all. I need to enjoy this time while I can. While we get conversations like this.
Son: My tooth was really, really hurting in Geography. So I pulled it out.
Me: Was there a lot of blood?
What did you do?
I put my hand up and asked if I could get a drink.
Why didn’t you drink your own drink?
It had all gone.
What lesson was this?
Why had your drink all gone in third lesson?
Harry had forgotten his drink. In Maths, Harry whispered to Edward to get my drink for him and he drank it all. I hate it when that happens.
(All names have been changed to protect the innocent!)
Who knew that would even happen? Then, later in the same journey, we had this conversation:
Me: Did you get your new maths equipment?
Son: I don’t need it until Thursday.
But you could have got it today.
No, because I would have had two days to lose it then.
You really would like to think it would be possible for an intelligent 12 year old boy to hang onto a ruler and a set square for two days without losing them.
These conversations might be silly and pointless. They could easily be forgotten in minutes, but to me they’re actually priceless. I’m going to enjoy them while I can. Before my boy becomes a teenager and before lift-shares or my daughter going to secondary school forces us to change our school run arrangements again.