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La Rentrée

Posted on: September 3, 2019 | Posted by: Emma Pearson

In France, where I live, early September, with its “back to school and back to work” is known as “la rentrée”. 

This week is “la rentrée”. Schools go back. Three-year olds begin pre-school, known here as “Maternelle”.  Six-year olds begin primary/”Primaire”. Eleven-year olds begin secondary, known as “Collège”, and 15-year olds begin “Lycée”.

In our home, I used to say that the entire month of September was “la rentrée”. We might have three kids in three different schools. We often had a new au pair to onboard into our family’s way of living. We had a whole long list of activities including music, sport, theatre and English-language learning to schedule.

It somehow always fell to me to figure out how it would all work, and how many able-bodied adults over the age of 18 would be required to schlep the kids around. I always had an eye on whether or not the schedule would still work if there was only the au pair available, for example when Mike and/or I were working late or travelling – or both.

Remembering T.S. Eliot’s poem, “April is the cruellest month”, I would quibble that Eliot got it wrong. I’d say “September is the cruellest month”. (In truth I was also known to mutter that “June is the cruellest month” because that was when the kids would be in school shows, music concerts, dance, theatre, gym, badminton, synchronised swimming (etc) competitions and galas. In June we not only had to double up on the number of parents around per kid per weekend, but also needed to double up on the number of kids’ concurrent lives. I remember one June Megan had to choose between doing the much-coveted and prepared-for dance show or doing an important flute exam. The dates for flute came late and clashed with dance, and she couldn’t be in two places at once. She chose flute knowing the dance would go ahead without her, but her fluting progress would not).

As most people know, there are lots of scheduling complexities raising three kids with two parents working professionally. Each September it took the whole month to get it all right but it invariably worked, even despite the woeful lack of public transport in our area which would have been handy as the kids became more independent.

Solo parenting three kids was another gig altogether. After Mike died, only two of them were living at home for schooling as Megan had started boarding school just months before Mike got ill, and continued there afterwards. But sorting Megan out in the UK was still a challenge, and even with an au pair, things might have got missed.

Last year, 16 months after Mike died, Julia joined Megan at boarding school in England, and Ben went off to start university, also in the UK, so aside from ensuring that all three kids got settled in different parts of England, my September was “easier”.

I even used two of the weeks to do a 12-day mountain walk, the GR20, in Corsica. A project Mike and I had tentatively planned for the “first September when the kids have left home”. I didn’t think I would be doing it on my own. I didn’t think that I would be honouring him, and where we had spent our honeymoon back in 1996, walking the trails without him.

I also didn’t think that the bittersweet challenges of September would be so missed just one year after that. I was looking forward to getting Julia settled back into education this September. Either in the UK if she was well enough. Or in an establishment with mental health support facilities that looked pretty good, and where I hoped she’d be getting better help.

I looked forward to a September with fewer scheduling challenges, but still with three kids to help get to the right place on time. I looked forward to my own “getting back to work”, freelance working being harder to do as a single parent during the summer months.

I didn’t think I would miss the scheduling challenges, the bustle, the busy-ness, the chaos of our Septembers.

But I do.

I miss our chaotic, noisy, bustling household.I miss our crazy, chaotic, not quite this-side-of comfortable, September.
I miss Mike’s support and calm in the planning.
I miss Julia’s presence, creativity, noise, and making of new friendships.

I miss us.

I miss la rentrée.

September is, after all, the cruellest month.

Categories: Widowed Parenting, Widowed Emotions, Multiple Losses

About Emma Pearson

My life is a whirling mix of swishy strands, dark and glowing brightly, rough and silky smooth – all attempting to be seen, felt and integrated at once. Here are some of my themes.

I am British and now recently also French (because of Brexit), and I have lived in France for the past 21 years. I am 55 and sometimes feel to be an “older widow”, and yet I feel so young. I lost my best male friend Don to bowel cancer in September 2015, my brother Edward to glioblastoma in January 2016, my husband Mike to pancreatic cancer in April 2017, and my sweet youngest child, Julia, to grief-related suicide, in July 2019. And I met a new love (let’s call him Medjool, after my favourite kind of date), off one single meeting on a dating website. Our relationship has exploded into blossom as of June 2019.

I am widowed and I am in a new relationship. I have lost a best friend, a sweet brother, a beloved husband and a precious child, and I still have both parents who are alive and well. I live my days with my grief wrapped in love and my love wrapped in grief. I no longer even try to make sense of anything. I just hope to keep on loving and living for as long as I can, while grieving the losses of loves that are no longer breathing by my side.

I suspect my writing here will be a complex mish-mash of love and sorrow. I also write on http://www.widowingemptynests.com/.

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