The Big Smoke came to visit the Fibro today. One of my ‘mums’ from the old neighbourhood brought her girls over, and it was like no time had passed. We attended a crazy church playgroup together, our kids went to preschool together, and Mr6 and Miss 7 would have started school together had we not moved away.
We talked about people we knew, places we used to go, real estate prices (well, it was a Sydney conversation). Since we moved, our former suburb has become The New Paddington. My friend and I both laughed hysterically at this. As T pointed out, it’s still the same place. Only the house prices have gone up in the world.
As we talked, I did have pangs, I admit. I miss her. I miss my old gang of mums. In the Big Smoke, I wasn’t the oldest living mother in the history of the world. Down here, I sometimes feel like I’m pretty close. There are mums my age with kids in Mr6’s year, but it’s their fourth and even fifth kids. Not their first.
But school conversations are universal. The P&F, the school reports, the teachers, the playground stories, fundraising nightmares.
A wise friend once said to me: “No school will ever be good enough. Go for the one that’s closest.”
It’s only early days, but I think she’s right. When you talk to mums from different schools, the
complaints conversations are the same. Which makes you wonder why we waste all that time and effort looking for the right school for our kids. It’s like going out searching for The New Paddington when maybe, just maybe, it’s under your nose the whole time.
What do you think? Is the closest school the best school? What do/did you look for when choosing a school? I’d love to know your thoughts.