I would share the School drop off with my partner. It was something I never really thought much about, just a task you try to complete as quick as possible. Just try to make sure your son arrives on time, hasn’t forgotten anything and looks reasonably tidy. When it was my responsibility things tended not to be that well organised and my poor son was often last to arrive just seconds before the start of school.
The School pick up was always more sort after as you could then spend time with your kid.
I never gave any thought to social aspect of the school transport process.
That was before the world changed.
Now fast forward 10 months and I find myself in the long summer school break. Suddenly I now appreciate how important the School drop and pickup has become. Without the twice daily interactions with other parents the world has become a very isolating place. Don’t get me wrong, spending days talking Pokémon and wrestling is rewarding, it’s time spent with the most important person in the world to me.
But sometimes you yearn for contact with the outside world. Even if it’s just a five minute moan about the great British summer. That’s where the School run comes in. Since my partner died it has become my only consistent contact with the outside world. Something I truly appreciate and look forward to. Maybe that’s the reason my son is now often the first to arrive in the playground on a morning. It buys me a couple more minutes in the real world.