Proud mama
Tears were in my eyes today after my son told me proudly his exam results. Not because of the marks themselves, who were excellent, but because of the journey that took him there. It was a journey of ups and downs, of blazers put down toilets , infinite ties cut to shreads and weeks of hardly going to school but somehow we survived that rough first year of secondary school, a new routine in a new environment was established and friendships sprouted.
As he compared and celebrated his results with is friends maybe the biggest achievement was him being invited to two sleep overs. I didn't mind , tomorrow we'll celebrate as a family, today was his day and as good as his 6 A* in Maths, Statistics, Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Music and 5 As in English language, English Literature, French, RE and Art is a wonderfull achievement for his hard work , the simple fact that he was there hapilly mingling with is peers and wishing to go out with them gave me the best feeling.
As he compared and celebrated his results with is friends maybe the biggest achievement was him being invited to two sleep overs. I didn't mind , tomorrow we'll celebrate as a family, today was his day and as good as his 6 A* in Maths, Statistics, Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Music and 5 As in English language, English Literature, French, RE and Art is a wonderfull achievement for his hard work , the simple fact that he was there hapilly mingling with is peers and wishing to go out with them gave me the best feeling.