Like every other parent of a three or four-year old due to start primary school this September, we waited in anticipation last Wednesday morning to find out if Harry got a place at one of our chosen schools, despite the fact I'm not ready for school. Surely my little boy is too little?!
Whilst we could select up to three schools in order of preference,
we I decided to only opt for two choices. Rightly or wrongly, my mobility was the main factor in school choice for us. The husband would like to return to work at some point in the near future and, with that in mind, it would mean that in all likelihood I would be the person doing the school runs each day. Since I do not drive, our choice was limited to two schools; the one attached to the nursery he currently attends and another school which is roughly the same distance.
We were fairly confident that we would get our first choice.
Then I read on-line reports last Wednesday morning stating that Bristol had the highest number of children not receiving their first choice, or indeed any place after London. Cue more nerves. I am not sure that my e-mail inbox and spam have been refreshed and checked so much in such a short period of time.
On checking my social media channels, I found many people had been notified already and it felt like Bristol was the only area yet to find out where our children would be spending the next seven years, although of course we weren't.
It felt like 10 am was a very long time away indeed.
Then the email landed. Early. At 8.30 am. And I cried.
Tears of relief just streamed from my eyes as I realised we had got our first choice.
It may not be the best school in the area statistically but it is the most convenient for us, a distance that I can manage to walk, even slowly on my worst days. It means we will not have to move Harry yet again.
Harry returned to nursery yesterday and the husband took him in as he does every morning. I did ask him to find out if his best friends had got a place at the same school but of course he didn't. So I did the pick up despite not really feeling up to it and was relieved to find out most, if not all, of his friends will be moving up to the school with him.
There has been a sense of realisation in that my little boy is growing up before my very eyes and in a few short months will start formal education. I have had so much fun with him over the Easter holidays, even though it has been physically and mentally draining I have cherished the time. After all, in little over four months time, he will be at school full-time. And that is a very scary prospect indeed, even if he is ready I am not sure I am!