The word that has dominated my week this week is school.
On Tuesday we had the ‘all clear’ from Star’s consultant and now she can go back to school.
Currently she has a teacher at home two days a week so she’s been keeping up with her work.
She has not been to school since last December though, and even then she’d only been at her new school for about six weeks.
I’ve been thinking about it for such a long time and I’ve gone around in circles. I’ve tried a couple of different schools but they haven’t had room for her, or they will need her to be statemented.
There are other local schools she could attend which may be better than the current one she is enrolled in but then she will be at a different school to her siblings and I can’t see the point of that unless she is at a special school.
So, for now, I’m going to stick with sending her back to her current school and talk with them about the extra care she will need while there. It’s a worrying time, but I think we should prepare ourselves as it will happen very soon now. I wish I could wrap her cotton wool and protect her, but she needs to carry on with her life and primary school can be such a nice part of growing up and making friends, I wouldn’t want her to miss out. I also want her to be treated the same as her siblings.
It’s not just Star the reason why school is my word of the week though. Today I had to attend an awards assembly as Boo received an award for her excellent work in writing. I know she has a little trouble with her handwriting but she tries so hard and it’s so nice that the school recognises when child is putting in all their effort in their work.
Also, I’m so proud of the Little Man who is coping admirably with his first time at full time school. Watching him today in assembly I can see how well behaved he is while there (it’s a different story at home). He goes to school with no hassle but before he leaves me he has to kiss me, cuddle me and then kiss me again. Then he says ‘I will miss you lots mummy’ before running off into his classroom. He’s coping fine, but I just want to grab him and take him home again, at least for another year!