Well by the skin of his teeth, my boy only went and passed his GCSEs didn’t he? So it’s hello sixth form for us! I can’t tell you just how stressful the last two years have been and after all but failing his mocks last December, it was quite frankly a miracle but he somehow managed to pull it out of the bag by passing the lot. Such a relief for him and for us! I know that failing GCSEs isn’t the end of the world and I know that there are always re-sits but I’m so glad that isn’t a path that he is facing. He did it. HE DID IT!
I’m not some lunatic tiger mum who expects nothing less than A* across the board. Not at all. All we have ever asked of him – and our other children – is that he tried his best. But the fact is that for the last two years, he hasn’t been pulling his weight at all. I can’t tell you just how frustrating it is as a parent to see your quite frankly brilliant child waste his potential by being a lazy oaf. Don’t worry, I’m not saying anything here that I haven’t spent the last two years telling him. Repeatedly. In fact I’m sure I’ve spoken about just how hard it was here on my blog before? But all of the nagging is behind us for now at least. He has the much wished for grades that he needed for sixth form and all credit to him – we couldn’t be prouder. Ten GCSEs is no easy feat.
I didn’t actually realise just how much pressure we were all under until results day finally arrived. From revising for his exams to actually sitting them and then the long wait for the results, it had been hanging over us like a black cloud for the whole of the summer. I think it was quite possibly the longest morning of my life, never mind his! I felt sick to the stomach waiting for him to get home with that little scrap of paper. It’s so much more nerve wracking as a parent than it ever was (for me at least) as a student. But now here we are starting a whole new chapter and that makes it somehow worth all the stress.
I can’t help but feel sorry for him as he really has hit the ground running though. He had work to do over the holidays in preparation for September and was then thrown straight into a hectic timetable last week. Our sixth form works with two other high schools in the next town to be able to offer the kids as many A/AS-level choices as possible which means that he will split his time over three sites. Being in the right place at the right time means that he will have to be super organised (which just isn’t in his nature!) Already I can see that it will all take some getting used to. I mean going from GCSEs to A-levels alone is a shock to the system, I remember it all too well myself (like it was yesterday in fact!) But I have everything crossed that he will soon settle in and that sixth form will be the making of him. This parenting thing doesn’t get easier the older they get, does it? One worry just seems to be replaced with another bigger one arghh!