As J is about to start full time school, I have been asking what am I to do with my time? This is beautifully written and explains so well about what it’s like to be an expat wife.
School pick-up at an International school looks much like school pick up anywhere in the developed world. Apart from looking like a Benetton ad or maybe morning tea at the United Nations. And sure, there are a disproportionate number of drivers and nannies, say compared to a regular public school in Australia or the US, but the majority of people hanging out in the school yard before the bell goes, are mums.
Mums just like me, and maybe just like you. Women who were brought up and educated to believe that we could do whatever we set my minds to. Highly educated, well travelled, sophisticated, urbane, and overall a broadly privileged set.
We women who came of age in the 80s and 90s, we reaped the rewards of the feminist movement of the 60s and 70s. We are old enough to remember the cat calls, but young enough to remember…
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Hi Cheryl, Thanks for reposting my blog post, I’m so pleased it resonated with you. It’s such a huge day when the ‘baby’ starts school. I never thought I’d cry…but I did. But each day since has been fairly busy (especially with move o/s)…your time will be full..I promise!
Hi Chris, your blog was shared on Facebook via another expat friend… I think it has resonated with a lot of expats. Thank you for a great post. Am only too happy to repost something that inspires me.