Well last week Phoebe started at big school.
To say I was worried about her would be an understatement. When Faith started she was one of the oldest in the class and although she still looked so small, she was ready after a year and a half in nursery. However, Phoebe had only been 4 years old for 7 weeks on her first day of school and she just looked so small and not ready for it at all.
But the big day arrived and at 10 am Phoebe, Spencer and I went to the school to meet Mr Sullivan the head teacher for our first day meeting. He is an amazing headmaster and meets with all the children and their parents on the first day for a little one on one interview, just to answer any questions the children might have and to calm worried parents.
He then took us down to Phoebe's class room to meet her new teacher Mr Crosthwaite (not the easiest name for a 4 year old to say). They were just getting ready for playtime when we arrived so she was paired up and off they all went to the toilets before going out to play. After speaking to her teacher for a few minutes we headed out but I was a bit upset that I didn't get to give her a kiss goodbye. So being the neurotic mother I was that day I waited around to see her in the playground. She came running out with the biggest smile on her face but she was on her own. Then one of her best friends from nursery, who had started the day before, came running up to her and gave her the biggest hug and off they ran holding hands. Suddenly everything was right with the world again, well in my eyes anyway.
We then walked down to the year 2 playground where Faith was playing. When she saw us she came running over and said
"It's ok Mum I've just seen Phoebe and she's fine, don't worry" Bless her.
Well we are now on day 3 and she went into school with big smile still on her face, fingers crossed it stays.