Today my five year old Olly starts the new school term in Year One. Last year when he went into Reception, he was full of anxiety about pretty much everything to do with school. He didn’t want to wear certain clothes, he didn’t want to eat any of the food at snack and lunchtime, the mornings were hell! Thankfully, with thanks to his little baby brother no doubt, he’s really matured over the last few months and today we are hopeful he’ll go to school without many tears.
I have so many hopes and dreams for this little boy. His reading is wonderful and he’s now at the point where he’s reading my texts and WhatsApp messages so we have to be so careful around him. We still have a bedtime story before tucking him into bed each night, which usually takes about an hour as there’s always something else he has to do (build a racetrack, find a book, put a jigsaw together). We try and read a page each and he challenges himself to read more complicated words.
We tried to continue his writing over the holidays but he wasn’t too fussed about completing his scrapbook. He loved taking photographs for it and collecting tickets and pamphlets from places we visited to fill the book up but he hasn’t actually sat down to stick them in or write about it. I guess some things you can’t push, I don’t want him to hate writing when he spontaneously sits down sometimes and writes lists and letters.
I’m hoping his confidence grows this year as he learns that he doesn’t need his Mum or Dad around all the time. We still struggle with this at home but I think now his brother is here, he’ll happily stay with Freddie with someone else looking after him. I’m sure there are going to be school trips this year that he’ll be going on and hopefully he won’t get too upset about going, instead looking forward to them with his friends.
I’m so proud of the little man he’s growing up to be. Caring and kind, sensitive with a really cheeky streak and the wit of a teenager! I love the bones of this boy, he makes my heart burst!