It’s been just over a year since I dropped Theo off for his first day of primary school. He started reception less than a week after turning four and although he embraced the experience with characteristic enthusiasm and energy, looking back at the photos of him last year I can see what a huge difference the last 12 months has made and how different he might have looked if he’d started closer to the age of 5.
Though he was the youngest in his intake, I never looked at him last September and thought he looked too young. In fact he looked almost exactly the same as I did on my first day at school and as Jim did in his, because all of us were August babies.
The last year of schooling has been an incredible start in education for Theo. He has learned so much, had wonderful adventures, mixed with older kids, started learning a language and been chosen to represent his year on the school council. Far from regretting starting him at 4, I now look at his sister who was born in October and wonder what on earth I will do with her for that “extra” year she will have before she begins.
If Theo has learned so much between 4 and 5, could I possibly find a way of cramming the information in to her before she even puts a school uniform on?
Comparing last September’s photo with this years I must confess to feeling a slight pang at the loss of the baby-cheeked blonde boy who has matured into a bespectacled keen and clever student. He talks endlessly now (really endlessly) and wants answers to everything, he can do impressive mental arithmatic and has better spatial perception than me (probably not hard) and probably best of all, he is confident, happy and funny as he’s always been.
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