Parents can be foolish. Thats a given.
And at times we parade our foolishness.
First day of school.
New school van.
Butterflies in stomach- said stomach belongs to parent.
The child wakes up like normal. Smiles at her uniform.Bathed, brushed, combed. Gulps her milk and is ready.
Parent blows her a kiss as the van takes off with the child.
Parent darts into a waiting car. Fellow parents and I, we tail the van.
Next stop, more parents wave good byes to their tots. Van takes off, more parents slink into cars, autos, whathaveyou.
We were a parade of one van, six cars, two autos and one veryveryvery big car, bigger than the van itself. A retinue of parents wearing anxiety like a bravery medal.
Bumbling detectives, the van driver must surely have laughed looking at the rear view mirror.
A baraat without a groom. Thats what we were. The trumpets were in the head, the drum beats in the heart.
As we reached the school we nodded politely at each other. "We must do this for the safety of our kids", we reassured each other.
I am not really sure what we did do for the safety of our kids.
Next time we bump into each other we will probably avert our eyes. Cannot see eye to eye with such unadulterated foolishness.
And yes, since yesterday was the first day, the route has already changed today. We told ourselves we needed to know the route the driver would take. In the age of mobile phones, we needed to memorise a route that has already changed.
The other parent in this house: read the newspaper, had his tea, and sent me a message- come back home, all is forgiven. He has not stopped laughing at me.