The time is here yet again for us to be doing the rounds of sixth form opening evenings. It only feels like two minutes ago that we were doing this for my son, I can’t believe that it is time for my eldest daughter already. To be fair though, it was only last year. I didn’t think the small age gap thing through when it came to the teenage stresses ahead, clearly. Next year will see one of them sitting AS Level exams and the other GCSEs. And the year after will be AS Levels and A Levels. So that will be nice *cries* To be fair though, does anyone think that far ahead? You think all of that stuff is so far in the future, don’t you?
It’s hard to see past the nappy years when they are all so encompassing at the time. But trust me, the newborn and toddler years are such a teeny tiny part of childhood. Like minute. And also by far the easiest so enjoy them while you can. Those teenage years creep up on you sooner that you might think. Or sooner that I was ready for that’s for sure. But actually, we will grit our teeth and get on with it as we always do because we don’t have much choice to do otherwise. There has to be some advantage to getting it all out of the way in one go, doesn’t there? Well, until we do it all again in a few years with our youngest two anyway. And breathe.
Last year, my son really wasn’t interested in what he would do when it came to sixth form. In fact he wasn’t all that interested in school full stop. To say that those last few months of dragging him kicking and screaming through his GCSEs were challenging would be an understatement. I swear I aged by at least ten years. But we’re at the other side now and the boy did good so it’s all forgotten.
He has settled into sixth form really well and we had a glowing first report sent home last week. The choices he ended up making took him in a slightly different direction than maybe we expected him to but the most important thing was that they were his choices. He’s knuckling down and it’s great that he’s starting to see beyond the end of his own nose at last.
My children couldn’t be more different from each other though. This time around with my daughter, she wants to look at every sixth form within a ten mile radius and is researching every A Level syllabus under the sun. She’s even looking ahead to what she wants to study at university and where she would like to go. I feel like I should be scared of her moving so fast she’s my baby but actually I couldn’t be prouder of her wanting to spread her wings.
She is so determined and it is that determination that will see her sail through her GCSEs and go on to enjoy sixth form. All that determination and excitement is also really rather infectious to be around. It can’t help but rub off on you. Stressful years they may well be but they have their moments that’s for sure.
For all the scary bits that the teenage years bring (SEX! ALCOHOL! PORN! PARTIES! DRUGS! SEX! DID I SAY SEX?) these bits where you get a glimpse of the awesome person that you have had a hand in creating really are, well, very lovely. The huge lows are rewarded by even bigger highs. Honestly. I’m not sure how I ended up with such awesome teenagers but they are both really great kids. I’m a big believer in telling my children just how proud I am of them (little and big) and I’ll never apologise for that spilling over into my blog. I think all too often we only get to hear the bad bits about parenting especially in the teenage years and it seems so unfair. It can be all kinds of awesome too. Promise.