Sending my son off to school aged four years and two months really upset me, and for the life of me I just couldn’t get my head around him being so young. At the last minute (well, a few days before he was supposed to start school) we asked that he remain in his pre-school for another term.
It took a little bit of persuading that we knew our son best and we felt that he was still not quite ready to make the transition in to ‘Big School’. We were in the middle of buying a house and we thought that the upheaval alongside the step up into the main school system would be too much for him to handle.
So back in to Little School he went, and we made sure the pre-school assistants gave him extra ‘big boy’ duties to help him mature and develop his independence a little more. It worked a treat.
It’s Friday today and I am writing my blog post ahead of the Monday publication date. I am writing with a mixture of sadness as my little chubby sausage legs has not only matured into a beautiful boy with spaghetti legs but that my baby is growing up, and fast!
My sadness is also tinged with excitement as he starts a new chapter in his life. I am looking forward to his stories of the wonderful things he learns, the amazing things he sees, and watching his mini social life blossom.
On Wednesday gone, I called from the office to check on how his first day went. He didn’t want to talk about it and in fact, he quite abruptly told me “You are interrupting Shrek mummy!”
I love looking back on my school days, especially remembering the kids singing, ner, ner, ner, ner, ner, ner and repeatedly threatening the other kids with “I’m Telling”. Those two little words are forever etched in my memory as I had them aimed at me on a regular basis. Naughty little girl that I was!
I can feel an internal chuckle brewing when I remember the old school games we used to play like British Bulldog, Scramble and Sting Ball (ouch!)…
Wow, oh to be a child in the 80’s eh?!
Must write a blog post about that, see what memories we can share…