Last night very late I sat reflecting on Bailey's last first day of term at primary school. Each milestone seems to have passed so quickly over seven years. Can it really be that long since my wee man started in Prep in 2007? He was only just adjusting to being a Big Brother to Holly and no longer the total centre of our universe!!! I could compare the whole time at primary school with running a marathon. Each step involved preparation. Each year involved change in tactics and communication, both for and with Bailey but also his teachers. Each step saw highlights, sometimes frustration and disappointments. Each step involved a support crew.
Part of me is ready to celebrate all that he has been capable of achieving, due in no small way to lots of preparation, planning and goal setting. Part of me recognises that I have to let go just a little bit more, for the next stage of his life to begin at high school. Part of me also recognises that like my children, I don't always cope very well with change, and this has been difficult for me to admit. Although I try to assist them with leaning to be resilient, at times it is just painful to watch their discomfort when circumstances unavoidably change.
And now, the finish line is clearly visible. Time to celebrate and be thankful to the teachers across seven years who mentored, inspired, embraced his abilities and challenged him to use them appropriately. And to Lyndell, who was Bailey's best buddy, thank you for looking after my Mr B like he was your own.
(Written October 2013).
Part of me is ready to celebrate all that he has been capable of achieving, due in no small way to lots of preparation, planning and goal setting. Part of me recognises that I have to let go just a little bit more, for the next stage of his life to begin at high school. Part of me also recognises that like my children, I don't always cope very well with change, and this has been difficult for me to admit. Although I try to assist them with leaning to be resilient, at times it is just painful to watch their discomfort when circumstances unavoidably change.
And now, the finish line is clearly visible. Time to celebrate and be thankful to the teachers across seven years who mentored, inspired, embraced his abilities and challenged him to use them appropriately. And to Lyndell, who was Bailey's best buddy, thank you for looking after my Mr B like he was your own.
(Written October 2013).