Oh the 29th of October, I went through another of those days with my son, I let him go to school on transport, I know some of you might think, 'so whats the big deal', but to me it was.
Here is a boy that I have been taking to/from school, every day since he started at the age of 4, and now 12 1/2 years later, I stopped, why you might ask, well for a few reasons...
Firstly is, I felt as he is getting older, think it will do him some good to have more Independence, as he only has 2 1/2 years left at school, before venturing into that BIG wide world.
Secondly.. felt he ought to be doing things more with his friends, one of his close friend also goes on the same mini bus.
Thirdly... I need to start letting go, as I am not going to be round forever, and feel maybe I 'mummy cuddle' him a bit too much, then again with the way the world is, I can understand myself for doing it.
Fourthly... the school has change, think I might have said in another post, that 2 special schools merged into 1 last year, well we moved into the new building in Feb this year, and I can say it is not a homely atmosphere like the other 2 schools were.
I knew things would change, but it seems when you talked to a member of staff you had one of the assistant heads hovering, the staff were looking over their shoulders in case someone was there. Not sure why, maybe the 'top brass' have secrets that us mere parents are not allowed to know, LOL.
It hurt as I've know most of these people for 12 years or more, and we have come close together as a family, also some even went to school with my daughter, so we had other things to talk about like, how are they, how's their partners, how did the flat move go etc.
Shame but I felt I had to move on, for both mine and Stevens sakes, it was hard, it felt that Steven was starting school for the very first time, when I waved him off on the bus. Felt very tearful, then to top it all, at lunch time had a text from my nephew to say they just had a baby boy, so I was a great aunt again, (got 2 great niece's in Bristol). His name is Alfie Zac and weighted in at 8lbs and ozs, and he is sooo cute :-)
When it came to picking Steven up off of the bus, (we have a bus stop at the end of the road both sides which is our pick up/drop off points) Steven was so happy, saying goodbye to the driver and escort, who we had known for years as she was an escort at our old school and we use to chat while waiting for the children.
Anyway, back to the story, we walked up the road a bit to cross at the crossing, and when we got across, had some secondary boys the other side of the road, mimicking Steven. I stopped they just laughed and turned away, so we started to walk again, the boys started again, so I asked them what their problem was, (OK rather loudly, as they were the other side of the road, noticed they waited until we crossed before starting), they just laughed at me, so I made to go back across the road to them, they went to jump on their bikes, so I called them cowards and starting walking home again.
They got off their bikes and carried on at Steven, so I took out my phone and took a picture of them, they were still laughing saying that I had not taken their best side, but I said that the police and their school, will not care if it was their best side or not, they quickly took to their bikes, (not laughing now) and rode away.
But as I walked back down my road with tears coming down my face, thinking now I know why I take Steven everywhere, felt like phoning Stevens school and saying that I would be taking and picking him up again from now on, but like Clive said, Steven did not realise they were taking the mickey out of him, it did hurt though, big style, but touch wood have not seen them since.
OH yes, note to myself, I really must learn HOW to take a photo with my phone, just in case I need to, LOL
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