As we head into the summer term, my newsfeed is awash with people finding out their child’s schools place for September. It’s crazy to think that this time last year we were excited to find out that Dexter had been given our first choice of school and now here we are, entering the summer term. His last term in reception class
The growth I have seen in Dexter has amazed me. He is so much braver, more outgoing and so much cleverer than he was he was this time last year. The school we chose for him has been perfect and there aren’t many times in this parenting malarkey when we really take the time to pat ourselves on the back and give ourselves the credit we deserve.
Choosing his school largely fell down to me. Liam had no time available to book off work and come and look at them with me so I did it myself and was really nervous about making the wrong choice.
I chose this school because of the initial vibe I got when viewing myself, but also, I asked if it would be ok to bring Dexter for a look at a later date. They were only too happy to oblige and Dexter instantly felt happy and relaxed when we went in. He showed the teacher that he could already write his own name and when we came to leave, he wanted to stay.
Dexter is always excited to go to school. At preschool, he rarely went in without making some sort of fuss or clinging to me and a lot of this carried on to school during his first term. I wondered if he would ever settle. I saw all of the other kids in his class just wave their parents off and strut right in and I often had to ask the teachers to prize him off me. He wanted to be at home with me and Paisley and his new baby sister. He was worried he was being left out, worried that he was missing out on time with us.
Every day was the same. But when I picked him up, he was always so happy. He came out telling me what adventure he had that day, what he’d eaten for lunch, what sounds he’d learnt. Even talk of digraphs and trigraphs and repeating patterns and what they’d been up to in the woodlands. So I knew he was happy, I knew he was enjoying it. He was just so reluctant to go in.
Thankfully by Christmas, he had made friends and could confidently walk in with his head up high and not a quivering lip in sight. I was so relieved when we’d turned that corner
We have had 2 parents evenings since he started and both have been great. It’s amazing to sit and go through his workbooks and see what he does all day and his teacher is so lovely. I hope she stays with him next year but I’m not sure what happens on that count.
It’s hard to believe that this is now his last part of the year. He has come so far and has done so much. He can read and write (ok, only a small amount but it’s impressive!), he has made friends and he is happy. I’m so proud of the little boy he is and how much he changes every day. I miss him when he is at school and even though we haven’t really done a lot, (damn chicken pox) I’ve really enjoyed having him at home for the Easter holiday. I can’t wait for the May half term and the summer holidays!
I’d love to know how your little ones got on during their first year at school. Perhaps your comments might help settle the nerves of a parent at the start of the school journey.