Bring Him Cake
Today, The Boy is going on a school trip to The Bethnal Green Museum of Childhood. Whilst it is not his first school trip, it is the first one he has made without me as his personal cohort. I am horribly nervous for him.
Despite my insistence that I wanted to accompany the group, I have been politely turned down. There are, I am told, enough grown ups going that my presence is not required. This includes the awful Miss Poo, whom The Boy now associates with all things related to punishment at school, so you can imagine the effect that’s going to have on his behavior.
Instead, I will spend my time today pacing nervously, and hoping that The Boy can cope.
In preparation for this school trip, we visited the museum during half term. Although he initially enjoyed it, his interest waned. There is a higher proportion of “things behind glass” than one would hope for at a museum that must see its audience as children, the areas for designated play aren’t very large, and the acoustics are awful.
He found it so loud that, on the arrival of Auntie Hazel an hour or so after we had been inside, he looked at her, and seeing how distressed she was by the obvious volume and crowding said “it’s really loud in there. Shall we go and get some cake instead?”
Today then, whilst I pace and worry; whilst I castigate myself for not just taking the trip to the museum under my own steam to make sure he is ok (for fear that I am not letting him go into the world his own way); I will hope that there will be someone sensible enough to spot and intervene before he gets agitated, help him when it gets too noisy; who will look him, see his discomfort and offer to bring him for cake instead.
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