Thursday, 5 September 2013
Caught By Surpise
Oliver came home from nursery yesterday with this fantastic picture. His key worker, Selina told me how he had spent over an hour and a half working on his 'truck.' She had drawn the truck, and Olly pimped it. Then Selina pointed out where Olly had copied his name - you can see an 'o', 'v' and an 'i.'
Olly has bought home various pieces of junk modelling, sculptures and paintings since starting nursery. And he will often paint, glue and stick and get out the Play Doh at home. But he has never shown so much pride in a finished article as he did with this picture. He knew it was good. He knew that he had spent time on it. It now has pride of place on his bedroom wall.
Alfie started secondary school today, and I (like thousands of other Mums) took the obligatory first day at school photograph. Everything is brand spanking new, right down to the hair cut. I didn't get the swept over fringe exactly like the hairdresser did, but I know that Alfie thought he looked the business.
The shoes are scuff free, the school trousers sit just so. Notice the collar? Alfie's new school doesn't wear a tie, and I liked the way he arranged the collar over his jacket - a bit like an Italian. Uber cool! Alfie takes a lot of pride in his appearance, and you can tell from this picture that he liked what he saw in the mirror this morning.
Now here's a question. Which of these made me a little watery around the eyes?
Alfie was a little nervous about starting school today, but only about the mechanics of how the place operates. When will he know where to go for lunch. That kind of thing. So I know that he will be fine. He's a tough cookie, and he takes life in his stride. And although I have thought about him on and off during the day, I'm not worried. So I didn't shed a tear, it just felt completely normal waving him off to school.
Can you beleive that it was Olly's picture? Or more specifically the attempt at writing his name? I was blubbing like a fool. So I have a child in college, a child in secondary school and a child starting to form his letters. I wrote about embracing the changes that September brings, but I'm not sure I'm ready for Olly to change. Sometimes I think that here in the UK we push our children too young and too fast. He doesn't need to learn to write his name. But he has started his Foundation stage, and this will happen. And yes children are learning all the time. I know that. They soak stuff up like little sponges. He counts and knows his shapes and colours, and that's fine and dandy. But his name!! It all seems too formal to me.
What next? Losing his wonder of the world? Not wanting cuddle time? Correcting my spelling mistakes? Telling me that I have appalling hand writing? Raising his eyebrows to heaven when I make a joke?
OMG, he may never bake with me again.
(Seriously, am I the only one who feels this way)?