I nervously participate in the drop off chit chat. I don't know ANYONE because I have not been to any welcome events or anything much really since the start of Year 7.
I also start to realise that I don't KNOW anything much about what my son is doing at school. The group of parents start discussing a French assignment that involves producing a travel brochure about Paris. They've all been pitching in with ideas for their kids - places that are a bit out of the ordinary to discover in Paris. O ha, ha, ha - chuckle, chuckle goes everyone. Imagine only putting information about the Eiffel Tower in. Chortle, chortle.
I keep smiling. I don't have a clue what they're talking about. He's most likely put in the Eiffel Tower - but I wouldn't know.
After the party I check with him. Have you done a French assignment? He says, sure, it's due tomorrow and I've just got to print it out. Excellent.
Now, what's the opposite of helicopter parenting? I'm a bit worried I might yet appear in some tabloid newspaper under a headline, 'Shock news - child makes it into selective school and mother trusts him to do his OWN homework'.