A week ago yesterday school broke up. On that last day of term I took my eldest (youngest in tow, as usual) to school, and the mood in the playground was celebratory. Children, and parents alike, were glad that the holidays were almost here. Yet there were tears too.
On the way to school I had noticed a mother sitting in her car, having already dropped off her child, crying secret tears. I guessed that she had a child in the last year of primary school and that this could well be her last school run.
Sigh… the last school run.
The move from primary to secondary school is a big one. There are many such moves, or transitions, in life and for those of us blessed with a sensitive soul they can be particularly fraught.
For mothers these periods of transitions — milestones if you will — are another reminder of things past… a phase in our child’s life that will never be repeated. And as much as we rejoice in their achievements and look forward to the good times in the future it is bitter, this cup.
There are many times that I’ve thought that I’d like to preserve my children, just as they are, right now. I would like this moment in time frozen, preserved forever, like the swirl of glass in a marble. For a happy childhood is a jewel indeed.
Yet it is not to be. And it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. This is what it is to be human.
But still… I long for control; to be more-than-human, to have the ability to speed up, or slow, or freeze time.
Yet it is not to be.
I can no more preserve this moment in time than a glass-blower can produce a marble without heat.
With many thanks to Amanda at Writealm for continuing to provide this writer with inspiration🙂
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