Oliver Starts School

Oliver starts school!

It’s what we’d been gearing up for all summer…trial days at the end of last term were enjoyed (mostly making play dough cookies and playing in the sand-pit), teachers had visited us at home (manic hoovering followed by a friendly chat with us both) and then finally, FINALLY Oliver was embarking on the biggest milestone of his little life yesterday-starting school!

I’d been up late the night before going over everything, uniform ready, shoes cleaned, sports kit labelled, school bag packed with a water bottle, art apron and drawn worksheets about starting school-phew.

…My baby was going to be starting the first day of hopefully many years in education (he’s already asked when he’s going to University?!). He actually announced his hopes of becoming a doctor aged 3. That would be nice!

…My parents met at University, my Mum became an English Uni lecturer too before opening restaurants with my Entrepreneur Dad and my brother and I both loved uni going on to both receive masters so it would, of course, rock if Oliver went on to Uni (no pressure)…but first let’s get back to his first (half) day of school…

Obligatory pics with the family:

After taking these pre-first day of school pictures (I will treasure forever), Peter and I walked the (literally) five minute walk (Oliver scooted) from our house to the village school and settled him in.

As soon as he entered, a little girl friend of his from pre-school rushed over and grabbed him by the hand leading him to the play dough table- it was adorable.

Little brother Alexander wanted to stay and play too shouting to lots of laughter, “Me start school”.

Rushed kisses goodbye and a happy Oliver was left playing with his friends as I started to feel a little emotional.

On the walk home I shed a happy tear as memories of his first day in my arms to now overwhelmed me momentarily.

I collected him after lunch and we had the most perfect day together, afternoon tea, a trip to buy some lego as a treat and tig in the garden before fish and chips. Bliss!

…The following morning, Oliver woke up tired and grumpy complaining of gravy and not wanting to go to school…(morning moaning has begun already) but as the school bell rang, he raced in full of beans, happy as can be.

Oliver, my eldest son, still my baby has had his first rights of passage, he’s a school boy now- and just like that, his new chapter has begun…

Has your child started school, would love to hear about yours and their experience in the comments!