On Sunday my little bear turns 4! This birthday is majorly being dragged out. With the football season starting this weekend, we did his party exactly a week early so my husband could be there. However, since last Sunday, whatever we've done or wherever we've been has been "for my birthday" according to my first born.
Since he was born, I have been anxious about him going to school... He'll only be 4 and 3 weeks when he starts. I almost felt cheated out of a year that other parents have had! For the past year there's been occasions where I've been stopped in town and asked if he's on an inset day. No, he's 3, he just looks like he's 6!!!!
I panicked about how he'd settle, how he'd cope with the change, how he'd behave. We had quite the ordeal when applying for schools, we wanted him to attend a small village school where he attended the feeder playgroup. Unfortunately, as we are out of catchment, we didn't get in. All set for an appeal, we had a stressful home full of tension for weeks. Finally after I spent weeks crying a river, 4 days before our appeal, we found an alternate school! Just in time for their induction morning!
On the day of the induction morning, my child, who is not a morning person in the slightest (gets that from me) point blank refused to get up, get dressed, have a wash and have his wild barnet tamed. I was blowing steam out of my arse!!! The one day I needed cooperation he decides he'd rather be a little bugger and do the opposite of everything I asked.
Project impossible was not going to defeat me, feeling like I was wrestling a crocodile, I took him on and with great difficulty (as he's a lot stronger than he looks) I won! All ready to go, we got in the car and headed on our 15 minute drive. He was a grumpy little toad all the way there, his mood didn't improve in the car. As I mentioned in another post, my time keeping or rather lack of it leaves a little to be desired! We arrive bang on time, but then have the pram to assemble and a couple of minutes walk to get to the school. Of course, grumpy storms towards the school, arms folded under his chin in a major strop like the threenager that he is. As he charges on he trips, falls and grazes his arm. Not even 9:30am and I'm ready to stick my head in an oven!
I brush him down, give him a squeeze and a kiss, grab his hand and we proceed. When we arrive they've already taken their class photo, Olly won't let go of my leg, the heads trying to crack on with the parents meeting and I'm getting a severe sweat on.
Just for once in my life, I'd love something important to go smoothly, I couldn't even walk down the aisle after getting married without falling over! Everyone has that one friend that everything happens to, that's me! I am that friend.
I leave him with his new teacher and pray for the best (seemed appropriate with it being a church school!) The parents meeting finished early so we're allowed to spy on our off springs. Of course everyone's is playing clean and nicely. Not mine, shoes and socks off, outside, upto his elbow in mud in the mud kitchen. Running flying jump in to the sandpit, charging around,. Smetimes ignorance is bliss, so I head to buy uniform. The other parents are dithering over whether a 3-4 years will be ok,. Me? I go straight for the age 5-6 and explain I may even need to swap it for the 7-8 cause they don't look very big!
I make my way towards the classroom to see how he's getting on. When I look in I can't see him anywhere. Panic sets in, has be planned an escape?... Nope, he's just gone to the toilet. How do I know you ask? Did his teacher tell me? No. I find out when he leaves the class bathroom with just his boxers on cause his trousers were "getting in the way" at this point I realise he's going to be fine, this boy will not be shy, won't get nervous, he's prancing around his class in his under crackers for gods sake only 2 hours after meeting these people!
I just hope school is ready for him...
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