At the school gates I was totally inconsolable. My mom tried to peel me off her arms and legs, as if I were some monster from the sea, all sucking tentacles and slime. How could she hate me so much? What exactly had I done? To add insult to injury my teacher joined us and aided my Mom in the final separation. It made an incredible spectacle for everyone; other Mom’s looked on smug because their children had gone quietly inside. Older children jeered and imitated my crying, which only exacerbated my efforts and worst of all Mom’s face became stonier and I felt her increasing disappointment. I gave in collapsed into my teacher’s arms wet face and snotty nose, rubbing up against her prim white blouse. My spirit was broken. There was no point fighting anymore. My recollection of the following weeks and months are non existent, how I transformed into a child who went willingly to school, I do not recall, I only know that I did, eventually. I made friends and got to like teachers (well some of them) but I was never entirely happy at school and always felt separate a little apart from the others.
A feisty mother earth type, who wants to look out for the little guy, used to do this more hands on until I “Burnt out”. Now moved to the country for a quiet life and create a more healthy stress free environment for myself. Love country life, Family, Friends, Horses and Dogs. I also love writing/chatting and connecting with others. Please join in on my chats here or on my other blogs, http://heyhoneyigotanidea.blogspot.co.uk/ which tracks our move to an old cottage in the