End of term
Monday, October 22, 2012
It's with amazement that I sit here, on the cusp of the week ahead, the final week of first term in secondary school. I cannot believe that this term is almost at an end!
All the planning and worrying at my end, while Pre-Teen simply just got on with it.
I sat back and watched him settle seamlessly into a brand new school setting, navigating his way with relative ease through school corridors and lockers and effortless decision making.
Constantly aware of his continually growing maturity, as he willingly does homework and resists mid-week Xbox play - mostly! How he's friendly with many and how he positively handled a particularly unpleasant incident.
It is great to know that he confidently enjoys his daily forays into the school cafeteria, happily munching and chatting with friends and cleverly finding a solution to get himself there early, ahead of the busy crowds!
With one final week to go I can now let go of that six week long breath I wasn't even aware I was holding. I can rest assured that the bombshell-that-never-was is not going to drop and be confident that we have made the right school choice.
He's a wonderful boy and I'm so incredibly proud of him.
However, there have been some disconcerting moments I'm afraid.
Like the evening I screamed 'Nooooo...' as I looked in the mirror, standing beside- and looking up - at my boy. How I loudly insisted that he remove his Crocs forthwith, lest they give him a fractional height advantage. Removing said crocs sadly made no difference at all - to Pre-Teen's absolute delight!
Next thing you'll know there'll be an extra deep voice and shaving gear about the place. There'd also better be an additional supply of wine!
Then there was his first attendance at the Scouts last week, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and came home brandishing a note about next year's Jamboree camping trip. For a week. A whole week away from home. How exciting is that? For him. Meanwhile I'm having a minor panic attack at the mere thoughts whilst also, kind of, rubbing my hands in semi-glee!
And finally the most disconcerting moment of all.... The truth in all it's glory.
Never ask your forthright and honest child how you look in a form-fitting short dress that took you four years to fit into.
Pah .... I am SO not too old for it, I refuse to accept that and I WILL wear it!!
So, it appears that although my boy is maturing nicely, hilarity (and snuggles) still abound :-)
All is well.
Nothing to see here.
Move along now please ..... ;-)