Looking at my Facebook memories and Timehop this morning, 21st July 2015 was my Daughters last day in her primary school, the day she said goodbye to year 6, the day she said goodbye to school as she knew it, with the class of friends she had been with since she was 4 years old.
I remember looking at her thinking, how has this day arrived so soon, how is it possible that you are saying goodbye to your school, your friends and your teachers. It only seemed a year or so that she was starting her big adventure of starting school.
Today, is also the day that my Daughter officially finishes year 7, her first year in Secondary school, she will no longer be in the youngest year.
This time last year we were sad and happy. Sad that we were saying goodbye to everyone, sad that we would not be seeing some of her friends again. But also excited on the next stage of our journey, starting a new school, meeting new friends, new uniform and more freedom (the bit I dreaded). I cheered at no more school runs, as she would be going to school and back by bus, watching her grow and enjoy her freedom a bit more (I tack her by my phone so always knew where she was).
Up until christmas 2015, she settled well into year 7 and enjoyed her new school (apart from the homework), she loved going out with her friends, or would ring me after school can she bring someone home for tea, or go to a friend’s house.
Unfortunately, this all changed, as you all know, when she became ill over the christmas holidays, she struggled to go to school, has not managed a full day this year, and has hardly been into school, but her friends have stood by her, they chat to her online, they have popped over a few times, and ring her up.
When school returns in September, we have already got a plan set up, after a meeting last week, and she will be having 3 x 1 hour sessions a week hopefully in school, so she can start to feel a bit less isolated, and hopefully we can increase on this.
I am hoping that this time next year, I will be writing a totally different story and one of a normal 13 year old.
But, with everything that has happened this year, I am still so very proud of my little girl, she still has her sense of humour and makes us proud everyday with the fight she has daily.