There were tears on the playground this morning as my scuffed old school shoes bounded down the steps into my new classroom. The tears were not mine, nor were they shed on my behalf; I’m an old hand at this lark now, as you can see by the slightly scruffy appearance of my patent leather.
No, the tears belonged with another pair of shoes; the brand new shiny ones on the left; the ones that have never seen the inside of a school …..until today. I bid the Bug good luck, with instructions on where to meet me on the playground at break-time. He made his classroom entrance with a slightly more timid gait than my own, but with a small smile on his face nonetheless.
You see, the tears weren’t his either…..
Lovely lovely post. Hope Mummy needs less tissues today x
Aww, so lovely. There’s is something about new school shoes that brings a lump to all mum’s throats I think. My two barely give me a second glance on the first day of term now, but I do feel a little shiver when I see their little feet in new shoes trot off into the playground
very clever work here.
Nice shoes too
Lovely post!
Ahh bless- more school shoes.
Great post. Can’t wait for school!
Cant’ wait to see your shoes – bet you’re going to be a Lellie Kelly girl – Mummy better start saving up!
I don’t think I will ever be ready…
Put it off as long as possible is my advice – once you’re on that particular conveyor belt the years seem to go round a lot faster. Before I know it I’ll be dropping them off at Uni! Nice to hear from you
And not a scuff in sight !
Hmmmm maybe I should re-take that picture at the end of the week 😉
Ah so sweet. Can’t believe you cried. Was it because the shoes cost nearly £40 a pair?? xx
Damn right! Enough to make anyone’s eyes water!