It was a big day today. My eldest’s first day at his new high school. A day we had been sweating on for a while now … sweating on all year really … on the entrance exam results, interview results and notice of acceptance into the school, sweating on the unknowns of the first day and the expectations of a student doing the IB program, at a school that achieved a 41% OP 1 equivalent rate last year! With 150 students per grade, that’s 61 OP 1’s!!! Enough to make a supporting mother’s heart tachycardic! He reckons he’s going to be able to handle it!
He’ll thrive on it.
I could not have been prouder, seeing my beautiful boy stand there amongst his new peers … kids who had all worked hard to get there, kids who desperately wanted to be there too, all striving to be the best they can be in everything they do. I stood back and watched him laughing, engaging, shaking the teachers hands … my heart bursting. That school camp before the year started was a damn brilliant idea. The words tumbled at school pick up. “Mum, they have a medical intern program at the Wesley Hospital in Year 12 and a trip to France for the French program. I have a great group of friends already. They’re all like me. I’m going to get an IB over 40. I am. It’s not all just about hard work and marks, it’s about becoming the best person you can be. I love it. I LOVE IT.” I secretly cried all the way home, listening to his recount. This is what parents dream of … happy, optimistic, focussed, balanced children. Look out world! I can’t believe I only found out about this school just the day before the open night last year. Sliding doors. So grateful. Thank you Renee! (hope you’re reading this!) … your Dad telling me about the open night just in time has seriously changed the course of my boy’s education!
Son is sitting doing some goal setting and reading through the school diary as I type this tonight. They were not assigned any homework tonight so he is reading the ‘Life Manual’ as he calls it. I have never seen a school diary like it … full of tips on studying, managing stress, relationships, communicating, holiday study planning, end of semester reflections, sections on ‘understanding myself’, compiling a bibliography, Harvard source referencing! … one topic for every day of the year. I almost feel a little jealous that he has access to such wonderful schooling!! I’d be a different person if I’d have learnt this way.
As for me, I revelled in the parent’s ‘do’ in the refectory, signed up for the P&C meet and met some gorgeous Mums. The strong community spirit, the team approach to schooling with parents-teachers-kids, was palpable in the introductory assembly, referring to ‘our graduation’ (the parents) in 3 years time, acknowledging the work we will put in to supporting and encouraging our children.
It all feels so amazingly right… and I am so grateful that my boy has such wonderful adventures and lessons ahead of him.
As for little tacker … pig in mud. Joyous. Enthusiastic. Back with his new friends. The most gorgeous teacher. I am breathing out tonight.
So grateful. So grateful to be on this journey with them.