The day has arrived. It is officially the End of Term, and the End of the School Year for us. Twelve months ago I was an emotional wreck as I watched my eldest daughter graduate from preschool, attend her last Rhymetime session in the local library, and all those other milestone events that cropped up in our weekday social circles. It was horrible! I thought that once all that was over, I would be sorted. I could not be more wrong. The emotional torment continued as we moved into a new routine.
We did the school run five days a week, come rain or shine, walking every day. If the weather is dry, the dog comes with us, if not he stays at home. He is a fair-weather pup! I experienced all of those wonderful events that come with school: the first Christmas performance, the Christmas fair, the Summer fair, the Sports Day, and a few others at odd times. My daughter went on her first school day trip, on a big coach, without Mummy. That was traumatic! And she has grown up so much during the past twelve months. Now she is able to read sentences by herself, she can write and spell lots of words, and she can work with numbers. She even surprised me by looking at our living room clock and reading the time correctly one evening.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from our first year at school, despite all the advice I received from my friends who already had older children in the system. A part of me wanted to hold on to my daughter, keep her close and safe in the home, but I knew that she needed some independence. We needed a break from each other. It wasn’t just for her. I need a break too, and that’s not a bad thing to admit. Sometimes I feel we put too much pressure on ourselves to be the model parents, doing everything correctly, according to what everybody else says. Well, it doesn’t work that way. I am very glad that my daughter is thriving at school. She is excited to move into Year 1 in September, and she is happy to be preparing for our summer holiday.
For my part I am ready for a lie-in, such as we get with young children. Next week we are off to my mum’s house for a break. She will entertain the children, and I will try to relax and unwind after a very challenging few months. We have the prospect of my younger daughter’s third birthday in August, and a family holiday to look forward to. All in all, it should be a wonderful summer. Now all we need is some sunshine and warmth, and no more rain! Happy Summer, my parent friends. We did it!
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