Parents evening, for us - in the past, was usually the same.
In primary school we got the the same thing - Ellie could do better, Ellie struggles with this, Ellie doesn't sit still (she can't and never has... involuntary muscle spasms you know, they were so insensitive). Ellie fidgets. Ellie is a likable child but she can't cope with the workload. Blah blah blah.
I'm not going to lie about her abilities and I never have, Ive always explained it straight on my blog (for my own prosperity).
Not that she is a let down.
Just that some kids get it and some just don't.
Ellie generally doesn't.
So I wasn't expecting too much of Ellie at the parents evening tonight. Ellie plods on, we accept that. Anything less we can address but anything more is a bonus.
How many excellents can a child get on a record sheet? (School and address erased for obv reasons)
Those exasperating 5 minutes with her form tutor, Mademoiselle Biggins were precious, joyous, exhilarating. You could have bottled up the beam on Belles face and ignited a thousands flames from it. My child was a champion for those 5 illustrious minutes and remained to be so jubilant afterwards.Belle works well within her ability. Her ability is very low but she is really trying. She is trying because she loves the school she attends and the school love her. They have amazing systems in place for her, nothing is too much trouble, all questions answered.
My child will grow because of this school. She won't mark time and just "be". sat in a corner trying to keep up is a thing of the past.
Despite some ugly behind the scenes stuff here at home - this evening has put a ki-bosh on the whole damn lot. It kind of puts your life into amazing perspective and allows you to focus on the good things in life.
Ellie is the good thing in my life. Pure, beautiful, unaffected, understated, amazing Belle.
However, one thing is kind of slightly misting the whole affair. There is a lump at the base of my breast bone which is piercingly painful. Its all related to this horrendous chest pain I have had since Christmas. Have to go and give bloods (again) tomorrow to check it out. Am very concerned but nothing on the scale of "I'm going to die". The doctor hurt me tonight when he prodded with his proddiness. I was trying to make light of everything and he was so good that he was drawing various diagrams as to what it could be. I was laughing at his drawings. Doctor he is, artists he is not. He was laughing along with me, easing my concern. I think it was nervous laughter more than anything, on my part anyway. Conversation spins to what I do for a living and I said I was a photographer. (did a shoot today but I was not feeling too brilliant - pulled it off though). So this crazy Doctor started saying he was interested in photography and that he wants a decent camera and needs to go on some course.
I started to think......
"Erm, hang on a momento - I'm the patient..... Please care for me Doctor Prod!"
But we was just so good about everything, he knew my eyes were wide with fear about this lump. Its about the size of a walnut at the base of my sternum. Don't worry about me though!! I'm just saying! Because Im not ill, I'm not sick. I'm just experiencing pain. And he has me laughing. And he can't draw.
Laughter really s the best medicine.
So the shoot today - it was fun. Pain aside, these guys were great
These two (brothers) had me in fits. This is one of those candid shots, which I love. The huy on the left is 15 years old - he is such a big strapping lad. Rugby player, no less!. Hisbrother, in the red is 16 and is on leave from army college. Its nice to see brothers get on like this, it makes my job such a pleasure to see happiness likethis.
The whole family really were a pleasure to be with. And the baby - OMG. Such an absolute heart stealer. I want him. NOW. Will take him as payment for the shoot - I realy would.