Boogie Biscuit Rocks!

Proud Mummy Moment Alert!!!!

So, I know I’ve been moaning about all the school events that take place at the end of this term, but this one I was jolly glad I attended.  It was the School’s Summer Concert and my little girl was in the clarinet group.  When we arrived she was a little nervous about the prospect of getting up on stage in front of a throne of parents in the town church.  She was gripping on to my hand tightly when we walked into the church, but as soon as she saw one of her mates, that was it she was off, chatting happily away…

It is really refreshing to see all the children performing all manner of instruments, all different ages and levels.  All given the opportunity for their time to shine and make their parents well with pride.

It was lovely to see my girl looking so confident up there too, she is usually quite a shy child in unfamiliar situations and to see her stride onto stage with such determination was a big moment.  The tune was ‘boogie biscuit’ and I made sure I got a video (albeit a shaky one, trying to hold the phone one handed while watching her myself) to play back and embarrass the poor girl in years to come.  I wasn’t going to make the mistake I did on Sports day when I was so concerned about getting a video of the kids, I missed half of them actually racing!!   When I asked my daughter if she enjoyed playing she giggled “I needed a wee wee Mummy!”, Bless her…  She hadn’t dared asked to go for a wee and was absolutely desperate by the time we got her home!  Never mind, I think she enjoyed it anyway.

It was good timing for my daughter to have her moment in the limelight as on Sports day she was a little upset she didn’t win a medal.  “I didn’t achieve anything today Mummy” she murmured. “Of course you did darling, you took part!” I then proceeded to try and make her feel better, “there’s no way you could have caught up in the relay darling, you were last to go” etc etc.  It is tough for kids to accept that they are not always going to get what they want in life.  But I am a great believer in not pussy footing around with competitive events, giving all the children medals would not teach them about life.  It would not teach them to be competitive, to keep trying to achieve their goals.  Life sucks at times and although we try and protect our kids for as long as possible, ultimately the better prepared they are to take these knocks and get straight back up again the better.

Anyway, things have balanced out now, so we can move onto the next exciting event..  My son’s induction day at his new secondary school…  I think I am even more excited than him… Which is saying something!

Target:  Rock the Boogie!




Happy Days!

It seems the Gods are on our side for once … our Appeal for our Son’s place at his local secondary school has been successful – Hurrah!!  I am still in shock, but to say that I am chuffed is an understatement.  It was certainly not an easy victory, but all the stress has been worth it.  Everything is as it should be.  Most importantly my son is so happy!!  When he walked out of school on the day I received the news, he looked on a real downer..

“Hey, I’ve got some news!  Can you guess!”  I can hardly hide my excitement..

“Yeh…” The look of anticipation on his face excruciating…

“You got in!!”  I yelled like a lunatic.

“YES!!!  I’ve gotta go and tell my mates!” and with that he ran off to give them the good news.

His sister however was less than impressed with our good news.  “Why should I care?” She pronounced..  Charming!  Such sibling love…  “Because you should be happy for your brother!”

“Oh.”  That was it!  You can always rely on my daughter to bring me back down to earth.

Anyway, it’s all done now, the long drawn out uncertainty has ended, and our son gets to go to his local school where he can thrive with all the best opportunities on offer – RESULT!

Now I can start planning!!  Got all the bumf through and my goodness, I expected a long list of uniform, PE kit etc.   I didn’t expect separate uniform for drama!  Hey ho!  Just so happy, they could request we buy a uniform for going to the loo – I wouldn’t care!

I am very pleased how strict the uniform guidelines are too, it reflects the ethos of the school and only further affirms our decision to Appeal.  It’s up to my son now, I know he’ll do us proud.  He’s wanted to be a programmer since the age of 4 and I have no doubt he’ll achieve his dreams…

In the meantime the Summer Term madness is in full swing,  Sports Day, Summer fayre, Church services, Summer Concert, Leaving performances… As any parent of school age children will tell you it’s FULL ON!  Not that I’m complaining as I have the luxury to attend everything this year, whereas I missed everything last year when I was working. I am also making the most of it, as when my son starts secondary, I am told by all-knowing mums that this all changes.  There is hardly any involvement in school activities compared to primary.  Your child grows up in an instant!

Although of course I will still have 2 more years for my daughter.  I know the Year 6 leavers service will be emotional.  It’s the end of a chapter in my son’s life, hopefully one he has fond memories of, as I certainly do.  If I have one regret it was that I was working for too many of these school events throughout his primary school life.  But I’m going some way to making up for it, and he has always been happy regardless.

Only 3 weeks till the Summer Holidays Peeps!!  I have a feeling some emotional tears will be shed on my part before the end of term…  Then on to the next adventure!  We only get one life, I am determined to squeeze every last moment with my family out of it!

Target:  Survive the End of Term madness!

Nearly Done.

Daughter Drama!

WHY OH WHY do girls have to be so complicated!!!  Now I realize how frustrating it must be for the male of the species to fathom out how our minds work..  As I jolly well can’t work out my daughter’s!

She really does flummox me at times, and today she went in such a strop at school drop off it’s put me in an absolute foul mood for the rest of the day, one I just can’t shake.  This girl has teenage tantrums down to an art form already at aged 9, God help us when hormones start to kick in!

This is how it went down.

We were walking down the street quite happily, my daughter linking arms with me and squeezing tightly, while riding her scooter.  “I’m going to hold on forever Mummy, and never let go!”  “Ah, that’s sweet darling, but not even to go to the toilet?”  “Nope, we’ll go together”.  We crossed the road and when going up the curb on the other side, the scooter hit my foot (I had flip flops on.. Well sun… Der…)  “Ow!” I exclaim, “Ha!” my daughter responds, “Why are you laughing?” I question while my foot throbs, “Erm, I don’t know.”

At this point I could see a strop on it’s way, her mood changed immediately from happy families to moody misery in an instant…

“”Sorry Mummy” would have been a better response don’t you think?”  She did not reply, she held back while I walked along with my son and there was silence.  Okay, I thought, I’ll let it go now, and just let her come round.   Well the problem is, my daughter doesn’t really come round.  She has my stubborn genes, and this is unfortunately where we clash.  My son linked arms with me then, but promptly pulled his arm out when he saw his mate, and with a quick “See ya later mum” he tootled off.

This left me walking on my own with my daughter trailing behind, in complete silence.  When we got to school she went to park her scooter and I awaited her return.  When she did return I got the look of pure evil from her.  When I tried to make conversation she just stared at me with these vacant eyes, a look of pure disgust, if looks could kill I would definitely be several feet under.  Anyway, I, in my own stubborn way told her to “snap out of it”, she then sat the opposite end of a make-shift bench, at this point some of her friends arrived.  She did manage to cheer up a little bit before she went into school, you could tell she was trying not to look cheerful and keep her face suitably sedate just for my sake.  But when they went in, she came over to me for her bag and we hugged.  I have no doubt our little fall out will be forgotten by the time I go pick her up, I know from working in a school that children soon forget any woes they might have brought in with them and are happy as Larry once they get into class.  Unfortunately I do not have the luxury of that sort of distraction.

Should I have dealt with her differently?  I don’t know.  I do my best when in the moment as most Mum’s do.  I know she was upset that she had hurt me and didn’t really know how to deal with it, her nervous laughter her way of reacting to something out of her control.  However she must also learn to say sorry when the need arises, and also to have respect for her Mummy instead of giving her daggers!

Anyway, the plan tonight after school is to make cup cakes for the School Summer Fayre tomorrow so hopefully all will be forgotten.

Motherhood sure is the hardest job in the world!

Target:  Do my best!


11th Milestone!

It’s happened!!  In the words of good ol’ Hagrid

“It’s not every day your young man turns 11” … or something like that, it was the first Harry Potter film and my memory is dodgy!

My son’s date of birth is 06/06/06 …  I know, you can draw your own conclusions.  Now, although I am slightly biased, my boy is really the most kind hearted, laid back, loving son a mum could ask for.  He really is at a big milestone now.  It is the year he leaves primary school behind and starts his adventures at secondary school, to grow into a young man.  It is a proud, albeit overwhelming time (well for his mumma anyway, he just takes everything in his stride).

We bought him a phone for his birthday, this is a HUGE deal…  It means he can go places without me!  Shock Horror!  I am happy for him to do this now as I trust he will be okay, but it doesn’t mean it’s any easier to process.

The slight downer of the week however is that we are attending an Appeal hearing to try and get him into his local school.  This I am not looking forward to.  All we can do is say our piece and hope we are successful, but to say I’ve got butterflies is an understatement!

My plan is to let my husband do most of the talking… although I imagine it will be extremely hard to curb my emotions on the day.  I have faith that whatever the outcome my son will just flow with it!  I wish I had his cool vibes….

His Laser Tag party was fully enjoyed by all, and it was nice to see all the lads together, as they will be departing off to different schools and new friends in September.

I know it’s foolish to reference back to the ‘good ole days’ but why can’t things be simpler! There is so much bureaucracy involved in getting a school place these days, it just used to be, either they pass their 11+ and go to grammar or they go to their local school… No such simplicity now!  Anyway enough ranting…..

My boy’s happiness is what counts and he was well happy with his new phone this morning!!!  I had the biggest hug and that’s what makes everything worth while.

Target:  Birthday