We made it!

We made it. The first two weeks of school are done.

To the mums who packed lunchboxes before the sun came up, found missing socks at 7:58am, signed forms you forgot existed and whispered “you’ve got this” while trying not to cry…

You did it.
The first week was probably rough.
But here we are, two weeks in. 🙌🏼

Whether you sent your first baby off to Prep or you’re a seasoned pro juggling drop-offs like a Formula 1 driver, the start of a new school year always hits differently. It’s exciting: new teachers, fresh haircuts, crisp uniforms and big backpacks that somehow swallow their entire bodies. But it’s also emotional... for them and for us.

Those first few mornings can feel like organised chaos. The early alarms, the mental checklists, the “did I pack brain food?” panic, the lunchboxes that come home mysteriously untouched, the tired little faces at 3pm. There’s a lot of adjusting happening for everyone in the house.

If this was your baby’s first time starting school, the first week was probably a swirl of nerves, pride and a lump in your throat that came out of nowhere. The quiet house feels strange. You wonder how they’re going. You hope they’ve found someone to sit with. You hope they’re okay.

They are.
And you are too.

By now, hopefully this second week has seen things soften a little. Shoes are (mostly) by the door. The morning rush has a bit more rhythm. They’re starting to know where they line up, who they play with and which teacher voice means business. 

If these last couple of weeks hit you deeper than you expected, that is so normal. We spend years holding their hands, tying shoelaces, being their safe place, and then suddenly they’re stepping into a world that’s theirs. It’s beautiful and emotional and a little bit wild all at once.

So if you’ve felt stretched, proud, tired, emotional or all of the above over the past two weeks… you are not alone. Heck, this year was far from my first drop-off and I was still all over the place! 

This weekend I'll be having a wine (or three) and patting myself on the back.
And you should too.

From a mum raising two neuro-spicy kidletts and a hormonal teenager, still trying to get to Formula 1 status, I see you. You’re doing great, Mama.

❤️ Nikki xx