Remember that one, o yes it was Spring 1989 and I was in what I thought to be love for the very first time, happy memories. Today though the humble pencil-case took on a new significance.
When I went to the obligatory introductory talk for older boy joining year 6, we were told that year 6ers are encouraged to have a pencil-case with their own stationery in order to teach them responsibility. It’s fair to say that older boy and responsibility are not a match made in heaven so I was all for this. I assumed that older boy would quite like the opportunity of being given some money to go and choose his own things; I was wrong.
There have been a couple of instances over the past few weeks where I have suggested that he goes shopping and he has flatly refused and instead yelled at me to leave him alone. Somehow we got to today (the last day of the Summer holidays) and I stated that he needed to go shopping or come shopping with me. I was advised to go and buy the pencil-case myself if I was that bothered, this didn’t go down well. Part of me thought I should just go shopping for the bloody thing myself, but a bigger part of me believed that he needed to select his own things and take ownership. The battle commenced. Following on from super human efforts to get him out of the house, older boy declared that he had only one sock. His only option was trainers as he had lost his sliders by leaving them at football. Obviously this ignited the whole situation further and I offered to lend him my socks, funnily enough he refused. He went on to say that he wasn’t coming and would go home via the back way as I had locked the front door. I hurried to lock the back doors to make certain that this wouldn’t be an option for him. Yes, I had a point to make and I would make it if it was the last thing I did, I have no idea where strong-willed older boy gets it from.
The saga continued until older boy, following on from my threats to buy him a pink pencil-case, together with fluffy pencils and cupcake rubbers apologised and proceeded to walk to Tesco with me wearing just his socks, yes the other one had turned up. All the way I was asked why I am so mean ad I explained myself as best I could.
On arrival at Tesco the choice was not surprisingly limited. Rather than go anywhere else (that boy really is lazy), older boy selected an acceptable pencil-case despite the pink lining and some other suitable items, all the while totting the items up and informing me how much it was going to cost. I meanwhile am exhausted, standing your ground really is hard work. I just hope the pencil-case doesn’t get lost too soon.