School sniper

Last updated: 20/10/2013 12:55 by lucycurley to lucycurley's Blog
Filed under: School Age Kids
I saw the school sniper on Thursday. There I was standing at the pedestrian lights, tilting the buggy so my little son could press the button and she descended on me. It is always pleasant at first. She has such a warm manner, asking how I am, telling me she feels exactly the same, making me feel popular and liked and, ridiculous as it may sound, important. “We must arrange a playdate” she urged and I nodded vehemently, carried away by the camaraderie, the loving friendship, the absolute nonsense of it all. (That was it! The single, expert shot.)

Then there was a tiny, tiny silence. The lights changed and we started crossing. “But we are just sooo busy she continued “I’d love to have Tagdh over on Friday but I just can’t.” Any efforts I made to say that that was absolutely no problem at all, that my son had plenty of friends, that we too are busy were swept to the wind. I just couldn’t get a word in and before I knew it she was gone. Warmly greeting someone else and leaving me trailing behind talking to myself.

Then on Friday, I was standing in the same spot. I was a bit late and waited impatiently for the green man. Across the road I could see the school car park filling up and I saw her again, popping out of a car. She nipped across the yard and as she stepped up onto the kerb that led to the main school door, she tripped. One of those trips that happen when your ankle suddenly gives way underneath you. I used to do it a lot in college. It’s something I associate with being hungover and eating King crisps.

Losing her balance she sort of ran forward and wobbled and then quickly regained equilibrium. It was one of those cringey things though and I could feel the embarrassment from where I stood as she straightened up, pretending to laugh it off.

I could see she wasn’t injured and, even though I wasn’t happy it happened, I can’t say I was sad either.

Okay, not very happy anyway.
 
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