It’s the time of year when emotions are running high as we reach the end of the school year.
I love this time of year because I get to see all the little snippets of their school life come home in a bag.
Our house is already inundated with drawings and I don’t have space for any more but I inevitably end up squeezing more in. And yes, some do go into the “special drawer” very close to the recycling bin. *don’t we all?!*
But I love looking through their books and listening to them talk about the memories behind each of their projects. Or letting them talk about the creations they made during wet play which are obviously important as they’ve been in their drawer for months! Anything that gives me an alternative view of school life is treasured.
Although we talk about school every day I know I only ever get a snapshot of school life. A l_ o_ n_ g conversation about the lunchtime pizza can mean the important information about a spelling test can be completely overlooked!
But even through the snapshot and their books & drawings I can see how hard they’ve worked all year.
Mademoiselle has *finally* learnt to tell the time…I think! Thanks to her brilliant teacher, who has been so patient with her. And despite all of her other amazing abilities telling the time has just eluded her.
So I’m proud of this one, huge, leap forward for Mademoiselle.
Little Mister is one of the most improved readers in his year. His confidence has soared and he’s now telling me off when I try & skip a word or two in a story book!
I think this time of year between when board games are being played throughout classrooms & the start of the summer holidays should be cherished.
It’s golden time.
Happy and without pressure.
Looking backwards with fresh memories with a mere hint of the future, as a ‘taster day’ with the new teacher is done.
So I’m going to enjoy this little window of time; a rather resplendent time when school life makes my children feel all warm & glowing inside. And when their achievements, both big and small, make me vocalise how proud I am of how far they’ve come to anyone who will listen.
This golden time doesn’t last long, as a seven week summer holiday stretch is just around the corner bringing with it a whole lot of other challenges. But that’s for another time…!
I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.