It feels like one of those ‘big’ school years this year though. My youngest is seven now, in juniors and absolutely loving it! I am so proud of how she has thrown herself into junior school life. It is like she has had a sudden burst of confidence and I could cry with joy honestly! She has joined the choir, auditioned for the Christmas play and is even joining in with lots of extra curricular clubs. She has additional needs so starting a new school year is always a worry but she’s actually with the same teacher she had in year 1 so I think that has really helped her to settle in. She has a great SENCO team helping her out and it’s a team that know her well so for once, I have absolutely no worries. Such a relief. And a relief that I think only fellow special needs parents can understand to be fair!
My nine year old is really not very good with change so the start of a new school year is always a bit rocky for her but she has done really well. Her teacher is a brand new teacher to the school and my daughter absolutely loves her! She even has me recreating her fancy plaits in her hair – high praise indeed! Ha! She struggles a little with maths so we are busy putting extra help in place to try to build her confidence but her parents’ evening last week was really very positive. She’ll get there bless her.
My sixteen year old started sixth form and holy moly did that first term have us all on our toes. She started off on the wrong foot declaring that she hated everyone and everything after the first couple of days. After lots of to-ing and fro-ing and a complete change in subjects, we finally got there. She was happy for a week or two which to be fair, isn’t bad in teenager terms, but then she was soon back to hating everyone and everything and wanting to quit sixth form. Sigh. I don’t think she realised what a big change sixth form would be. I remember feeling much the same myself. But it’s okay because we’ve gone full circle again and now she’s at the point of thinking it’s not all she thought it would be, but it is what it is and she’ll put up with it as a means to an ends. Which it is of course. Two short years out of a whole lifetime is no great sacrifice. And it will hopefully be the key to going on to do what she really wants to do. To be fair, my son went through the same sort of stages of emotion when he started sixth form too but he did it over the whole of the first year rather than all in the first term. Girls, huh?
And that of course brings me on to my eldest who is in his final year of sixth form. He didn’t get one of the grades he needed at AS level last year to carry on with it at A level so he has effectively dropped one subject. His parents’ evening last week wasn’t all that good and he was told to pull his socks up. It was a little disappointing to be honest to hear that he isn’t pulling his weight at this point. All we have ever asked of him is that he tries his best and putting it bluntly, he’s not. It’s frustrating to say the least. We dragged him kicking and screaming through his GCSEs and I thought we had moved on since then. As much as we will always be here to support him, at this stage of his education I can’t help but think that it has to come from him, you know? At the end of the day, you’ve got to want to as an old teacher of mine always used to say.
I’m not sure where that last school term went? It’s scary to think just how quickly time flies. Especially when experience has taught me how this half term ahead is the quickest of them all. I hate to get ahead of myself but as my diary fills up, I can’t help but see that these weeks ahead will see us hurtle towards Christmas at lightening speed. But no more talk of the C word. Not just yet anyway. Promise.