We were happily plodding along At our own pace, When the official letter arrived; An emotional smack in the face. “It’s really happening then,” I whisper to myself. I pop the kettle on And grab a mug from the shelf.
Darling Busby, Tomorrow morning we will find out which Primary School you will be attending from September. Which colour uniform you will have your ‘First Day of School’ photos taken in. Which school gates I’ll be sobbing at when I drop you off for the first time. And, as I sit here typing this evening, I am so very nervous about the outcome.
Darling Busby, 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?!