“We cannot always build the future for our youth, but we can build our youth for the future.”
18 months ago, our three year old wandered into a whole new world-a world filled with bigger children, new grown ups, so many activities, and the unknown.
18 months ago, that three year old tentatively let go of my hand and took hold of another grown up’s.
18 months on, and here we are-our last week with you. I saw “our” because really, you’ve become as much of a welcome place for me, as you have for her-it’s almost like coming to a safe place every other day when I drop her in.
I know you all tell me how much she’s changed and how you can’t believe it’s been so long since she started-but I wonder how much you actually really see of the change in her.
We all know she’s always been confident and willing to learn-but when starting something new, or doing something as big as starting nursery, you expect those qualities to disappear for a little while. If anything, she’s more confident and more willing to learn, but you’ve also added some special parts of her personality we hadn’t seen before.
You taught her everything she needed to start the rest of her life-her manners, her attitude (although I still attend parent/keyworker meetings confused as to the little girl you explain never gets in trouble or acts up!)
You all know her, she’s funny, she’s a character-but she’s even more than that now. You’ve brought out the full force of her personality-and we couldn’t thank you more for that.
For 18 months you’ve kept her safe, you’ve never let any harm come to her, and you’ve cared for her as if she was your own child. I didn’t think anyone could love her as much as you all do, but you have often told me how much you think of her, and how much you’re going to miss her.
Honestly, I’m not scared about her starting big school, I’m not even too fussed about her growing up as quickly as these years seem to go by.
I’m scared of how unbelievably sad I’m going to be when next week comes….
I don’t ever want you to leave her life-and I know some of you won’t, because we’ll see you around-but it’s almost like you should always be there, because I worry who she’ll become without you!
She’ll never ever forget you-I won’t let her. How could any of us forget the people that shaped her into the amazing little person she now is?
This week is going to be the hardest time for all of us, and I didn’t want to leave without letting you know how much you all mean to us-because lets face it, I’m about to spend the next week being a complete wreck-probably unable to form words!
You do though, you mean so so much to Olivia, and I can’t thank you enough for that.
Whenever you see her photos, whenever you hear of her achievements at big school, or her first day pictures in her new uniform, remind yourselves that you had a massively important role to play in getting her there-and that you absolutely smashed it.
We were kindly sent the new Super Colour Deluxe Aquadoodle from Tomy, for Miss Olivia (and her Brother) to try out! We’re no strangers to an aquadoodle-one of my favourite things to take for Olivia to do on holiday, or on long car journeys, is the portable, smaller one of these-they fold away neatly and make no mess!
Some of you may already know the story (or some of it), of why and how we ended up moving Kye, mid-term from his last school to his current one.
Most however, don’t know the full story, and I have rarely told it.
I couldn’t tell you what stopped me really-I think it was a mixture of things; not wanting to rock the boat; I know people who’s children still attend the previous school-and I know there’s a loyalty there. I also think a lot of my reasoning, was sheer stubbornness-I didn’t think I needed to share our reasons for changing something so huge in our Son’s life, because we knew we were doing the right thing for him-and no explanation was needed for that. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago, saw the panicked posts and messages between anxious parents, waiting on their child’s school admission emails.
I was one of those parents-eagerly awaiting an email to tell me my Daughter had got into our only choice school-her Brother’s current school. We kind of knew it was a done deal, but as the minutes/hours ticked by, doubt crept in-what if we were really that unlucky and we didn’t get her in! Continue reading
You guys know me by now-you know I’m all for female solidarity-girls and women being there for each other, in a world that is unfortunately still dominated by the opposite sex.
However, I’m also very much into advocating parental solidarity-parents being there for other parents-without judgement, bringing only positivity, advice, help and, well, just being there for each other (regardless of sex). Continue reading
Look, a small disclaimer before we start-I know I may be in the minority with this one-but I really struggle with my boy going off to school trips on his own without me-I always have, and I reckon I always will.
This became most apparent when I found out last term that my Son’s school were taking him to London for the day this month to see a show.
TODAY MY Boy TURNS 8!
Last september, i wrote about miss olivia’s birth story, on her 4th birthday, after realising I’d never told it before. i’ve also never told kye’s!
this not-so-little guy, doesn’t realise it now, but he’s the reason i’m who i am today-he was my reason to get up, to carry on, when the going got seriously tough.
SO HERE YOU ARE my gorgeous boy-here’s the story of you, and it begins in 2009……
For the last six years, I’ve watched as Christmas comes around, and my children make lists of the things they’d like-which I then distribute around their family. More often than not, the list is fulfilled, and they get the majority of items from there that they asked for.
Every year, a portion of these gifts go into toy boxes, to be forgotten about, only to re-emerge the following October, when we have a bedroom sort out for the next Christmas. Continue reading
If you follow me on my social media channels, you’ll be quite familiar with my frequent posts about the children doing well in and out of school, and making us proud.
As they’ve grown, and I’ve gained Mummy friends, and family members have had their children, I’ve found myself on the end of snide comments and negativity about being a “baby bore” and over praising my kids. Continue reading