Year Five
Sep03

Year Five

My daughter, my little girl, my baby is going into year 5. How is that even possible? Surely she’s only just started school? Surely she’s far too little. But, no, my little girl really is starting year 5. She’s not so little any more, although that’s hard to remember sometimes with your youngest. Because she’s still a lot smaller than her brothers. Year 5 just sounds so grown up. Year 5 is serious. Year...

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Dancer of the term (no more tears)
Dec17

Dancer of the term (no more tears)

At the end of every term, our dance school awards trophies to each class for dancer of the term and most improved dancer. Getting a trophy is a proud moment for a dancer and their parents. My daughter is, and always has been, the best dancer in her class. That’s not just me saying that. That’s the view of the teachers and of anyone who ever watches their class in action. The only time she wasn’t the best was when she...

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Singing in the pub (and Walking in the Air)
Dec16

Singing in the pub (and Walking in the Air)

Every year the school choir sings at the local Beefeater pub/ restaurant at Christmas. For the kids, it’s an amazing experience. They get the novelty of walking a mile each way, chatting with their friends, they get to entertain diners, they get to miss a big chunk of the school day AND they get free burgers and chips. Win! Needless to say, as members of the paying public, parents are allowed to go along to watch. In fact,...

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The school residential (missing my girl)
Nov21

The school residential (missing my girl)

My daughter is on her year 4 school residential and there’s a big hole in my life. It’s a very short time – only Wednesday to Friday, but it seems like forever. I knew I would miss her, but I’m missing her even more than I expected to. She has been so excited about this trip for so long. She has literally been counting down to it for months. I think she has shared with me every word the teachers have ever...

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Return to Snowdon
Aug29

Return to Snowdon

Every year my husband and his old best friend take their kids on a camping trip. It’s a tradition that stretches back about 10 years. On that very first camping trip there was just the two dads, my eldest and my husband’s friend’s daughter, 18 months older than my son and at that time an only child.  The camping trips alternated between closer to us (usually the Malverns or Forest of Dean) and closer to them (usually...

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Bedtime tummy ache
Aug27

Bedtime tummy ache

Sometimes it seems like my lovely daughter – the clever girl, the confident dancer, the girl who shines in everything she does – leads a double life. There’s the daytime daughter, the one everyone knows, and there’s the night time daughter. The one only her family sees and, to be honest, only I really take much notice of. This is the daughter who worries about keeping things tidy and who can’t get to...

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