Sometimes you have to make massive, terrifying, keep you awake at night for months, agonising, ‘what if’ fuelled decisions and my word is it scary! It’s never more scary then when it concerns your children and their education. If you’ve followed our story for a while, you’ll know that we removed my daughter from her large school at Easter due to her anxiety and unhappiness and had a stint of home education. It was such a massive massive emotional step for Dave and I and it took months for us to make to final choice to remove her, sending that letter was one of the scariest things I’ve done.
Anyhoo, fast forward a few months and we find a new school for her. She starts a few days a week and actually asks to go full time. Massive progress. We had left our son to complete his reception year at their old school. He had a lot of friends there and seemed happy and settled. He started sucking his shirts though, a sign that maybe under the bravado, he wasn’t as ok as we thought.
Flitting between the two schools started taking it’s toll though, and he was sad about going to breakfast club every day and I never had time to check in with his teacher as we had to leg it to pick up his sister. I felt that I wasn’t doing either of them any favours and it was making me so miserable not being the Mother I wanted to be. So we decided to move him. He was not happy. He had lots of friends and loved playing football on the field. All Summer we beat ourselves up about the fact that we had decided for him and were we being fair and would he be ok?
Two weeks into the new term and I’m thrilled to report that everyone is happy. He loves his new school, does loads of sports there, has a ton of mates, his reading is really coming on and he’s my happy, sweet little boy once more. Having them back in school together has gone a long way to repairing their sibling bond and he told us he’d actually found it really really hard when she left. I think looking back, that’s when the shirt sucking started. Now they share stories, and teachers and friends and have reconnected. Not that they don’t still fight of course, that would be miraculous! Just that they are more of a team now and the love is back. Apparently they have different break times but they cross over for a minute or two and always have a cuddle. Heart. Melted.
So, in conclusion, sometimes a decision that can seem so terrifying and keep you up all night, cause you severe anxiety and worry can actually turn out to be the best thing you ever did!
Long may it continue.
*A short life update from me today*