What The First Year of School Has Done For My Little Boy
11 months ago I sat in the car having a little cry that I had lost my little boy to school. I had read lots of things to say that once they go to school you lose them a little bit, that they won’t be your little one anymore. I was so proud that morning after watching him go in with no tears and looking so excited to start his new adventures, pushing his nerves to the side.
11 months on and I’m writing this the night before his last day of Reception. And those things I read were right. Sort of. He isn’t the little boy I waved off with a tear in my eye. He is so so much better. You see, my little man didn’t always find life very easy. He struggled with change in quite a bigger way. He found loud noises hard to deal with and making friends was tricky. Then he started school. Everything changed, slowly at first but things definitely changed. We have had a few wobbles along the way but he has thrived. He has had a wonderful teacher who has just understood him from day one. She understood his worries and his struggles and slowly but surely she has made them better for him. Now he copes with change, now he understands what he doesn’t like and has learnt how to cope with it and best of all he has found a huge love for writing and reading. He loves school. He loves to learn. The icing on the cake has been seeing him make friends, I know friends change through school but for now he has found his little group and he is excited to see them every morning.
I stood watching his end of year assembly the other day brimming with pride. He was stood there in his costume singing his heart out and winking at me in front of not only the other parents but the rest of his school too. It made me think of one of his nursery nativities where he hated all the eyes on him, striped off his shepherds outfit and ran to the comfort of my knee. He hated it and there he was loving it.
I know next year could be totally different but right now I’m beyond proud of my little boy. My little boy who had to deal with death much sooner than he should have, who couldn’t understand why he didn’t like what other children liked and my little boy who has found his way.
Bring on Year 1, we’re ready for it!