“That’s the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don’t expect them or want them.” ― Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now
Ever heard your parents saying, “When I was your age …” –Well, I did often enough, and each time I rolled my eyes until the migraine kicked in. Seriously! But, hey, I won’t admit to it, but, oops, the words have come across my lips once in a while. *smiles*.
The summer break is almost over here in Australia and school’s starting again next week – another year of excitement, new routine, new teachers, yadi, yadi yada. You know the drill!
My girls love going to school. Thank goodness. And if I humbly might add this here, hubby and I are very blessed with two clever little girls. So wind back time by a few years: my daughter’s first day of school. Thing is though, I went to school in Germany and had no idea how things work here. It was a steep learning curve for me, to take my girls to school on their first day. I took a day off work, got my husband organised to come around at 8.50am and excitement grew. But boy was it a fizzer. At 8.55 am the first bell rang, my girl stood in line with all the other students … and then they disappeared into their classroom. That was it. Finished. I was dismissed. I went home, hubby back to work and 3.30 pm I picked up my daughter, over-excited and over-tired. Me that was. She was just in bubbling with stories. That day I said to my daughter, “When I was your age…”
Why was it a fizzer for me? Well, this is where the Schultűte comes into the story. See, there’s a different tradition in Germany. Well, at least there used to be when I was a kiddo. Honestly, I can still remember when I started school xx-years ago. With a big lollie-cone-look-a-like-bag. Check out the smurf on the side – that’s the Schultűte, and now imagine it full of lollies. LOLLIES! Heaven for a little child. We thought school can’t be that bad when you get all these yummy treats. I can’t remember whether I was sick or not afterwards, but I do remember I loved school that week. Mum came as well for the first day. And my sister, too. They even came into the classroom with us, when we got to choose our desks and the “buddy” we sat next to. Can’t remember that much more, but I did come home with my mum, all excited, especially when the neighbours admired my Schultűte. Now, that’s what I call a great start into school life. Don’t you think? Presidents, Premiers, Kings, Queens and alike should consider making this law!
Can you remember your first day at school?