It is a very popular urban legend here in Karachi, that one must get their unborn child registered into the better preschools in the sheer hope of them making it to the admissions list almost 2 years later. Almost mothers and new mothers are always confused by this insistent question of what eductaional future they have thought of for their unborn or few days old child. Mothers who are barely even used to the idea that they are well…mothers.
This scare tactic is a great one- one that I am sure provides endless rounds of conversation and amusement to the more bored and restless. But it isn’t as macabre as it sounds. Even though I was exactly one of those moms, running around with a three month old Nadi in tow, trying to register him at preschools he would attend nearly 2 years later. And now almost, 2 years later, one finds out that there are still places- GOOD places- that are willing to have you register your child in for August, without throwing a hissy fit and demanding why you hadn’t thought of it when you baby was born. Mothers, breathe easy. Relax. Not every place demands you register a foetus.
Yesterday as I handed over the fees for Nadi’s first preschool- starting inshallah in August this year, I had to kick myself to fully realize the enormity of the step. NADI. IN. SCHOOL. I pause here to open my blog from two, even four years ago- and I cant help but let the cliche of time flies roll off my tongue. I think back to so many things I had forgotten about school and honestly, the level of excitement is almost at par with the coldness of fear that Nadi is going to be in school. Then the other thought hits me, I am going to be a school mom. Sometimes I barely feel like I am a mom- but a school mom? Arent the requirements for those different? Aren’t I supposed to be more…well..more mom? More prepared? More informed?
Each step in this whole parenting deals sneaks up on you so seamlessly and quickly that its only after you are in knee deep that you realzie where you actually are standing. When you are holding the gurgling squirming baby in your arms is when you begin to get an inkling to the fact that you were pregnant. When your kid starts making a dash for the sockets is when it hits you that you are the one on call and its when your little one finally runs off into the class filled with fun toys and colours without a backward glance, that you suddenly realize that the baby is well on his way to being a boy. The School Run has begun.