J Boy is now a school boy.
We’re so proud of him. And to be truthful, he’s so proud of him too. He struts around as proud as a peacock in his school uniform and tries to catch people’s eye so they can admire him. He loves to push out his chest and display the school crest to anyone who expresses interest.
You’ve got to say the right thing though. One Myer’s shop assistant mistakenly commented that he was a great little brother. Oh the indignity. She didn’t stay still to be corrected, so J Boy took it upon himself to yell out as she walked away. “I’m a big brother – we have lots of babies. And I’ve FIVE! And I go to SCHOOL!”
In case you were wondering. There were no tears from me.
It was a lot easier to say goodbye when I know that he is so ready for school. It is a little sad that this period when I get to spend so much time with him throughout the week is over. He did make it easier for me in this area also, by constantly teasing T-Star over the last fortnight. It’s quite peaceful at home, even though we do still miss him. So now I will continue to cherish the precious early childhood years with the remaining four children at home.
I think that J Boy was sincerely disappointed that I didn’t cry. I had joked that I might a few weeks before school. He took it to heart and the night before school began he warned me how hard it was going to be. “It will be worse for you.” J Boy solemnly declared. “When I’m at school, you’ll have to put the babies dummies in by yourself all day. You’ll probaby miss me so much you’ll cry so loudly that the neighbours will hear you.” On his way to the classroom, he examined my eyes and seeing no tear glistening within and he told me, “You may not be crying now, but when all those three babies start crying. You’ll be crying with them.” The poor child was so disappointed that I coped so well in his absence.
J Boy had the pleasure of starting school with his cousin and best friend, “The Pocket Rocket”.