Seven years of infant/ primary school are coming to an end. The countdown to high school has begun.
The final weeks of term are set to be a series of events, marking the year group’s departure, their achievements and waving them off to their new schools. The residential trip is looming, for many, the longest time that they will have been away from home. In a few weeks they will be celebrating at their ‘Leavers Party’, where us parents will be enjoying a drink together and probably shedding a tear or two, marking the end of an era. The Year 6 production will take centre stage during their penultimate week and a leavers assembly on their final day at school, will see more tears (mostly from the parents, I suspect)! There’s already a tear in my eye at the thought of it!
The big fish in their little pond will soon be little fish, once again.
It only seems like yesterday when she wouldn’t go into her reception class room, if I didn’t promise to wave at the window and when hugs and kisses were given plentifully, even in front of friends. I remember the day she announced that she would read the bedtime story and how her siblings sat patiently, as she read to them, attempting expression and silly voices. Since beginning school, she’s discovered a love of art, writing and general creativity, she’s found a talent in languages and a passion for judo. She’s shown huge strength of character and determination to overcome dyslexic difficulties, despite being diagnosed fairly late. She has developed into her own person, in her own way, she’s grown so much already and there’s so much more still to come, so much more for her to discover. I’m so proud of the young lady she is becoming.
I guess the hard part in all of this, is knowing that as she grows, she needs us, as parents, less and less. We will no longer be, the centre of her life. Of course, we will still be an important part but up until now, we have controlled most of what she does, who she does it with, what she sees, hears, eats, everything. It will be hard to step back from that.
I will no longer be, the centre of her universe.
Now, I have to learn to let go, to stand back and watch her grow, to be there when I’m needed but to let her do it her way. Her way is so different from mine, her approach, her logic, our brains are wired differently, my way doesn’t work for her, so why push it? She’s so ready to move on, to take that next step, to grow up a bit more but there’s a little voice in the back of my head screaming,
“PLEASE STOP GROWING UP!!”
How have you coped with allowing your child to grow up? Have you been able to let go? What were your worries when they started secondary school?