The Gallery – Joy

The Gallery – Joy

This one was trickier than I expected. The obvious choice is an image of the children laughing, enjoying, just being. But I wanted to avoid the obvious – Joy is such a deep, searing emotion, and I’m so lucky to have so much of it in my life. We are a family which takes a LOT of photos, and I have so very many to choose from for this. But this week, right now, amid all the happiness of the school holidays and the long days just doing ‘happy stuff’ there have been moments when I have simply felt my insides sing. Moments which wouldn’t look like much to anyone else, but for me, for us, they have such enormous meaning. And such deep, deep joy in watching. That’s No.1. Being 11. Running, laughing, falling, being stoopid… And...

Jolly and the Bike

So we’re halfway through the Easter holidays. And it’s been great. No, really! Admittedly not much work has been achieved, but enough so that I’m not fretting or grumpy. And not so much that the children are fretting and grumpy. What was that? I found a balance? Really? Shazam and huzzah! I have also had the delicious delight of watching Jolly learn to cycle – finally finally finally we removed the stabilisers (actually, that’s not true, we just plopped him on to Boys bike as his was FAR too small) and out we went, just the two of us. He was a wibbly wobbly Boy of Nervousness… but he persevered, he actually listened and absorbed advice, he took a deep breath and smiled when a tearful frustrated tantrum threatened to overwhelm...

Can you hear that?

That’s me, quietly ROARING a great big satisfied and relived cheer. No. 1 sleeps. It is 9.30, and this is the earliest he has slept for weeks. No pain, no sadness, no whizzy active brain, no yo-yo-ing in and out of bed as he tries to wear himself out by reading in his chair… just a normal, tired 11 yr old boy climbing in to bed, snugging down and falling fast asleep. Hoo-bloody-ray....

Update on no.1

Apparently i’ve not been blathering enough… He’s kind of back in school 5 days a week now (with no PE), but he hasn’t quite managed it yet in practice – he had tonsillitis which knocked him for six for about 3 weeks, then he got over that, and got a cold… but on the whole he’s doing good. He didn’t get in to the High School he really REALLY wanted, and that crushed him a bit… but he’s more up than down, and when I think how far we’ve come since this time last year he is a bit amazing. He still has trouble in the evenings and early mornings, but his occupational therapist suggested some evening coping strategies which seem to work well – and thankfully once he’s asleep he’s mostly...

Year 6 mini rant.

Appeal set in motion. Teacher to write Full and Glowing Letter of Recommendation – and seems to think there’s hope. Only one boy in the primary school’s village got accepted – despite living 2km further away than the letter stated was the closing point geographically (parents of said child are oh-so-slurpy-chummy with the head, and mother works for the LEA. Suspicious? MOI?? I’m shocked you would think such a thing). So. Here starteth my role as pushy parent. Doesn’t sit comfy I tell you. Have to go to a actual real and proper hearing an’ everything. Wibble. AND it means I now have to bite my tongue at lovely-helpful Yr 6 teacher, instead of going in and ripping his head off his shoulders for scaring a bunch of 10/11 yr olds witless over their ‘exams’ which he...