Something happened over the summer holidays. In all our days of pottering about and running from place to place, I didn’t even really notice it happen. Then Z went back to school and that’s when I realised that my big boy had changed a lot. He’d suddenly grown up a lot, in character as well as maturity.
He no longer needed to be coaxed into school week after week and I no longer had to count down the days for him and promise it was just two more days till the weekend where he could have two whole days off school. He was going into class quite happily and really seemed to like Year 1. I wasn’t too sure why though because he loved playing SO much and that was all back at reception. It’s been a good few weeks since then and he’s still going into class willingly. Of course there are days when it takes a good few attempts to get him out of bed but it’s a huge relief to see he is enjoying Year 1, this more grown up year of more writing and more reading. Spellings still feels like a huge chore and can be almost torturous on some days, but a love of reading is blossoming nicely. It reminds me of me many years ago, getting lost in a story and wanting to know what happens on the next page. It’s lovely to watch his reactions when reading and I am itching to introduce him to Roald Dahl, albeit a bit early. I know he will absolutely love George’s Marvellous medicine, but I know I will have to issue stern warnings about never ever EVER trying it on either of his Grandmas. He’s even taken to letting the baby join in with reading time, or any kind of playing time, which is lovely to see. Like when they spent a whole hour in a huge box this weekend.
He’s also grown in confidence over the last year and he surprised us a few days ago when he offered to order his own meal and proceeded to politely pick things off the menu. He then went over to the counter to ask them for another drink. A year ago he would have simply smiled and hoped that the waiter smiled back. And where once the prospect of going to breakfast club would have him looking very anxious, we agreed he would try it out and he bravely went in on the first day and fell in love with it all. It’s always run by his two favourite teachers plus a very lovely teacher from one of the senior years. He now asks to go every single day, about 3 times a day. I think Mario kart has something to do with it.
He definitely has his difficult times, like any child, and food is still a constant battle in our house. School meals have helped a massive amount and I’m so grateful he’s now eating more than just toast and pasta and potatoes. And like any 5 year old, he can be super cheeky and evidently has the answer to everything, even when he’s stubbornly refusing to eat and when I’m threatening to take his treats away. This a flavour of my life right now…
Me: “If you don’t eat, I’m going to throw your drink in the bin”
Z: “You have to put it in recycling”
I need to work harder on my comebacks.