Tuesday, June 10, 2008

I don't know who's more nervous

Well, actually I lie. I'm more nervous. I'm as a nervous as a nervous thing on annual nervous day.
Today at 1.30 I will stroll with my son into his big primary one classroom for the first time and introduce him to the teacher who will guide him through his first year at big school.
He'll be asked to draw a picture and write his name. He's not particularly good at writing his name - his writing is hugely big and the s is always backwards and the e looks a little mental so I'll be mentally weighing up his ability in comparison to the other kids in his class. And I know for a fact that little F from his nursery is going there too and her writing is amazing (seriously, I think she must get extra lessons)...
But of course what I should be doing is reminding myself he is FOUR - and a young four at that. He can read all his letters and numbers. He can read small words, recognise names of all his classmates and count really well. He can even do basic math. He is obsessed with books, and trains and cars. He can identify the make of a car at 50 yards. He is articulate, sensitive, loving, dramatic and hilariously funny. He is a great dancer, a brilliant wee cyclist and loves to sing. He has a remarkable imagination.
And yet here I am, nutty mum, obsessing about a backwards s. It's as if that backwards s symbolises to the entire world that I am a BAD MUM. And of course, I'm a working mum. (Even though F's mummy is also a working mum - we do that working mum's smile of solidarity at the school gates every morning).
So am I afraid of the teacher judging Joseph or the teacher judging me - I think probably the latter

4 comments:

Fiona said...

Woah big boys school. I know exactly how you feel, I was even looking at uniforms today seemed so so weird! My 1st born, my baby is starting big school. aaaagggghhhh xx

Donna said...

I'm already scared of preschool (Bubba's 3); his language skills are sort of lacking in comparison to most kids his age and I'm just not ready for that kind of judgement (that I'll be putting on me)

Penelope said...

Oh wow this took me back. I remember so clearly taking Master P for his first day. I was a nervous wreck! He was born so premmie and I was convinced he was horribly behind. Of course he wasn't, he had a blast, and by the time Lil Miss P was ready I couldn't wait for her to go!
Now they are both at senior school but I still had the first day nerves when they started. Does it ever end?

Emerging Writer said...

You sound like a fantastic mum. My daughter was given a balloon on her visit. On her first real day, she cried when she came home because she thought she would get a balloon to take home everyday

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