Today I was late picking up the kids from school. As I hurried to the school other moms were already going back home.
‘Where wére you mom?!’ my eldest son said and gave me a stern look.
‘I’d forgotten the time,’ I said and started to gather them together to cross the street.
‘After ten years of doing the school run, mummy is getting a bit bored,’ I added, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them. And I thought of walking that same kilometer to and from school eight times a day, for seven years.
My son gave me an understanding look: ‘I understand mom. I think school is dead boring too!’ and he patted my back.
Then I knew: the school run is still worth it.