Fridays

Fridays are playgroup days at Tivi's school.

Her friends run up to me and are full of news. One day when we were in the middle of one of our battles, i suggested she find a new mum, because she never likes to do what i ask her to do. Haha, she said no, i want you- no one else's mum is awesome like you. I have the kind of presence that makes kids i don't know, think its okay to run up and crash tackle me if i'm sitting down.

They probably smell the immaturity on me.

When i am at school and there is time, i get to hear all the things that year 1 have been doing. This morning, some one's uncle had died, Christine's cousin was having a birthday, Amy was turning 7 and has no chinese school because of the coming public holiday, someone had a Vietnam holiday, someone was going to Samoa, -  they are a barrage of adventures, a cacophony of questions.

I love their excitement, Tivi is usually quiet and smiling, she knows she has the coolest mum in the playground... the one all the kids want to talk to- they love my camera - they want to know why i always have one. 

At the school and at the playgroup - i have trouble relating to the parents. They talk about me in audible whispers sometimes, in Vietnamese most times... when i approach to put the kids bags up on the hooks outside of playgroup, a silence descends on the circle of mothers chatting on the front steps. They part to let me through. I smile politely always and never make eye contact.

I identify more with young kids than i do grown adults. Their remarks on my sandwiches and my kids are when directed to me, are laden with judgement.

When Jacie opens his lunchbox, i get told that i have too much time on my hands. I smile some more and tell them i just get up very early.

Playgroup goes for two hours, and today because of the cold weather i guess and the upcoming holiday weekend- Jacies group only had 3 kids, and he had a ball.

Afterwards we always go to find Tivi, and observe her Lasagne face. Haha Friday is her lunch order day, she loves lunch orders, and she loves lasagne - every time we find her on Fridays she has sauce all over her face, hehe even the canteen ladies know her. We call it Lasagne face Fridays.

Anyway, i love Fridays for the fact that i get to see her at school, and for now she loves the fact that i am there and that i always stop and chat to her friends, and i always find her a coin for a treat at the canteen.

Che and Stella go to the playgroup room next door to Jacies and are left to their own devices, Che loves his playgroup. He's been sorting out days, and always asks me 'Where am i going today mum?' Whatever the answer to that question is, he always responds with 'Yay!'

Hehe sorry boring post. Tired and full from being overfed at the Morris house again. 

Thankful for Fridays, for long weekends, for cousins who feed me, for kids who are awesome and have so much energy. For activities to occupy them. The opportunity to get out and enjoy crisp Autumn days.