23/09/2026
Pink milkshake day 🩷
When we were growing up, my dad used to take us for milkshakes at the end of term.
I probably didn’t think much about it then. It was just something we did.
But when my own kids started school, I found myself doing the same thing.
When they were very small, they didn’t really understand dates or months or what “three weeks until the holidays” meant. But they understood pink milkshakes.
So pink milkshake day became our marker.
End of term.
Mum picks you up.
Pink milkshakes.
Holiday starts.
And now they know exactly what it means.
Regardless of what is happening at work (there are always more meetings to be had, more emails to be read, more things on the list), I really try to protect this afternoon. To be the one at the school gate, sit down with them and celebrate the end of another term before we rush into whatever comes next.
It’s funny how the things you remember from childhood aren’t necessarily the big things.
Sometimes they’re just the little rituals your parents repeated often enough that they became part of the rhythm of your life.
And now I’m repeating this one with mine.
Hopefully, years from now, pink milkshakes will still mean one thing:
We made it. 🤪😅 Holidays are here. 🩷