Eleven months you’ve watched me for.
Thirty eight weeks.
One thousand one hundred and forty hours you’ve watched me.
Ok maybe some of those facts are wrong, mams writing this and not me and of course I didn’t let her get much sleep last night, my main mission in life is to see how many mistakes she makes when she doesn’t get enough sleep! If I were to do it all it would be exact and correct, plus for one of you you have to times that by three for three years, some by two.
Yes, mams writing this.
I want to say thank you, I’m sure if Z could he would thank you himself.
This year I have watched my ‘toddler’ change into a child. When I first sent him to school he was my baby, he was shown how to be a toddler in his first full year in full time school, now we’re on the child stage. Of course you guys know that the children you teach are different, they all learn at their own time, in their own way, and every time that child achieves something however small or ‘stupid’ it is to the outside world to us as parents it’s huge. I’m talking something simple as putting on a sock, to compare to your ‘normal’ child that’s like them being picked to represent the school at 5 for something brilliant! To have a class all on different learning abilities and to still achieve so much in a year is well I don’t know ‘coz I couldn’t do it! Without you helping him each step of the way we couldn’t have achieved it alone at home.
I have watched my child grow, from simple things as getting his shoes when I ask where are your shoes ? To passing me a something when I’ve asked to pass me a what ever I’ve asked for. He’s learnt that to go out he needs a coat on and shoes, he’s learnt to sit, stand and lay down. Simple things to ordinary families, to us following a basic command is huge. One of our biggest achievements this year is to be toilet trained. I can say I done the hard work, but you carried it on, he learnt that he had to also stay dry in school.
I know he’ll do lots more in school than he will at home. I know how he gets encouraged to do what you think he’s capable of and he’s changing all the time.
I’m not saying my son is an angel every day because I know he’s not! Im sure you can have him done for gbh on a few occasions , but I also like to think he’s being told off and it’s not being pushed under the carpet.
With less than three weeks left to go the questions where will he go next, who will be looking after him, will he stick with the kids he’s with now all start to be asked.
Will I like the new teacher? Will Z like his new classmates? Will Z be happy? The biggest one of all those are will Z regress when he’s put with new people? Think that’s one of the scariest ones that no one knows. What happens if he doesn’t like his new teacher or his classmates if they change? Everything is so scary, the not knowing is horrible.