Busby // School is on the horizon
In around two months time we will find out which Primary School you will be attending.
You are currently going to Preschool at our first choice, so we have everything crossed that you’ll continue on into the Reception Class there. It’s a lovely school, and you’ve made so many friends in the term and a half that you’ve been attending. (You never cease to amaze me with the ease that you make friends.)
But, gosh! Primary School!?! When did that happen?!
It’s a cliché, but it’s true: it only feels like yesterday that we were preparing for your arrival into the world. Postnatal groups, fortnightly weigh-ins, Monkey Music! Picnics with your buddy Co-conspirator H in Lewes. Our relocation to Yorkshire. Welcoming your brother into the family. You two becoming firm partners in crime. The glee on your face when he started saying your name!
I was telling Daddy on Sunday night that I think you seem to have suddenly grown up. Your face is looking older. The baby chub has almost gone. And wow – you’re full to the brim with ideas!
You’re doing amazingly well at Preschool. The teachers seem to enjoy having you in their class, I’m greeted with a smile after school every day (and usually a picture or four!), and you’ve recently been moved into a phonics group with some of your fellow students.
Our proudest moment of your preschool ‘career’ so far has been watching you receive a Progress Award in the special assembly at the end of this half-term for your phonics.
It hurts my heart a little to admit this, but you are so ready for school.
I don’t feel ready to let you go for five days a week… Tuesdays are currently the only full day that I have with both you and H-Bear together, and I cherish these days. I love the freedom that Preschool brings us too – visits down to Sussex for a week or so will soon have to be restricted to the school holidays, random days off to go on adventures will have to happen over weekends or half-terms only.
But I am being selfish really, because you are ready. So very ready for your next step. The next step towards becoming even more ‘you’ than you already are.
And you will flourish.
You will flourish because you love to learn. With a passion for English and the Arts, just like Mummy, and mad skills in Maths and Science that may well rival Daddy in the future.
I can’t wait to see which path you choose to take as your academic life continues. You have the brains to be anything and anyone you want to be.
Keep that amazing imagination. Keep dreaming. And if you still want to be a Lollipop Lady at the age of 18, then that’s absolutely fine with me.