My children return to school tomorrow. Or rather, start their new schools in a new land. Since they last attended, there’s been worldwide pandemic, a 3-day relocation, a new country and a new language to get to grips with.
My youngest should do just fine: he’s so used to hearing different languages they merge into a linguistic froth or soup from which he picks the words he needs. My eldest’s an excellent communicator in 3 languages so far and he’s made great progress with Slovenian over summer.
But how shall I fare? Part of me has longed for hours of peace and quiet so I can write. Another part of me is filled with dread: the sing-song of their voices all day long replaced with empty silence. My best friends, conspirators in fun, making new friends while I am left alone. Still I wish them all the joy school days can bring:
Off you go children
New horizons await (I)
Embrace your return
I was planning to use this for dVerse Haibun Monday, but these turned out to have an entirely different theme: hiking. So I wrote another, as I do like to hike. Tonight I am offering two Haibun for the price of one!
Language is best but not the only way to communicate.. all the best 👍🏻🙂
oh i love this.. such a great and wonderful share of truths. beautiful thoughts and poetry Ingrid. Such truths as we navigate the void and face what’s there. ❤️
Well they’re both off and I feel a bit emotional but happy for them!
Wow, ours are not starting back yet. I’m certain you do! Such is motherhood-:) The bitter sweet! Take care.
A sweet post Ingrid. Best wishes to your children and to you, adapting and enjoying your time.
Thank you – they both have lovely schools so I’m sure they will be happy 😊
I love how beautifully you capture the mixed feelings of wanting the silence and yet also needing the chatter!
Thanks, it’s quite an emotional time…