Father’s day lunch, summer fair, LOCK DOWN and AOB

Mama Turg - 6 Jun 17

For a few weeks I have had a blog thrashing around in my head that I really wanted to write about the current generation and the differences in growing up it todays society. Sure, I will write it soon but I guess I can’t discuss the current generation and ignore the biggest generational change that’s going on in our world right now.

At the lunchtime nursery pickup today I was handed with a sticky wet model that didn’t resemble anything, nonetheless a proud sticker wearing, snotty nosed three year old and a letter home (not forgetting a class photo). Oooo exciting, we get to vote what colour polo shirt for next year and look where the class teachers are in September, I make a mental note of key dates (must add to calendar later). As I scan down the letter I notice that fathers day lunch is cancelled, but ‘hey ho’ it’s replaced with a family picnic….and whats this? Lock down….?

” As a result of the recent terror attacks we have been advised that we need to instruct the children what to do if the school ever needs to go into lock down. This will require the children to hide under the tables and remain still until instructed to move”

(and it goes on) followed by information about donations for the summer fayre.

Wow; I feel a pang in my chest as I look at my gorgeous boy coming out of this safe haven where he has built dens, drank milk, sang songs, pee’d his pants (a little) and made something out of crap, again. I am absolutely fully supportive of the school and this procedure and I know every school across the country will be or should be putting a precautionary procedure in place. But bloody hell, i just don’t want to believe it.

I try to imagine how him and his little friends will behave when having the drill for lock down…Like his teachers are playing hide and seek as they nestle under the tables. Their naive, precious little minds. So innocent and so unaware of the bloodshed that the country has endured.

My biggest worry for the children was them finding out that Santa wasn’t real, not that monsters are. As i took them to their swimming lesson this evening in a busy centre, I made sure I was aware where the emergency exits are, think it extreme, I don’t really care.

I get this whole thing, carry on, don’t be afraid, go about your business, and I am…! But tonight as the news flashed up from Notre Dame I sat across from my 6 year old, in her pjs, full of gaps in her teeth and in the mildest possible way I tried to explain terrorism. You may disagree with this, and that’s fine. You know what? I think I would have preferred to go down the route of the tooth fairy is make believe. I told her they were extreme views of religion and people had been hurt. Obviously, I praised the emergency services and wonderful police and army and added that they are here to protect us.

As a Mum, all we want to do is protect our little ones. Last week I worried about Florence falling off her bike after she learnt to ride it for the first time (major proud Mum moment) so I took her on the grass to cushion the fall if she did. In an ideal world that would be my biggest worry. Don’t get me all wrong, I’m not a gushy and overprotective Mummy, but right now all I want to do is wrap my babies up in cotton wool, pray that this comes to an end and perhaps put a petition together to get father’s day lunch rescheduled for next year.

God bless and stay safe x

Mama Turg

Mum of two, qualified teacher with a love of homes and interiors, 5'7, who enjoys light hearted reading; seeking platform to start blogging. Make mine a glass of Malbec.

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