It was impossible to predict how I would feel once back home, having left my three children behind in England.
It has only been two days but so far I feel rather flat. Their rooms of course are a constant reminder of them, and I am going to have to transform them into something other than ‘practically empty children’s rooms’. A yoga room for example, and a library. Maybe a movie room? Or a dressing room?
Funnily enough it is a little bit like being chucked. Every time I am reminded of the fact that they’re not here, I feel a twinge somewhere in my chest. I only feel better if I am doing something vaguely related to them, such as ordering tuck or planning flights to see them.
A friend told me that when you send your children to boarding school, you’re only ever as happy as your most miserable child. By that token I should be ecstatic. Leo told me last night school was “brilliant”. Granted he has only had two days, but it’s a good start. The girls are now into their second week and the only complaint is about the lack of food. “You know they only feed you THREE times a day?” Olivia told me the other night in a state of shock. Bea just sent me a voice message on BBM telling me how good my cooking is before adding “is there anyone out there who could send me some tuck?”
Next week I head back for their first exeat, I can’t wait to see them, I wonder if they will seem very different. Their lives have been totally transformed. Instead of sitting in their rooms at the weekend on Facebook the girls are now playing rounders, participating in flamenco evenings, going to plays and looking for food.
Leo is already in the cricket team, reason enough for him to leave his school here was that he wasn’t selected. He will be spending this term playing matches all over the home counties in his smart new whites. Here he is with his cricket ball he day before we left for school.
However sad I am not to have them here, I am very happy they are there, if that makes sense.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2013