I was so proud of Ollie tonight.
St Edburg's is a Church of England school that have a strong religious ethic woven into the fabric of their daily learning. Now I am not overtly religious, a church-goer or anything like that and I won't use this forum to go into any personal beliefs. However the values that they uphold - faith, hope, charity, love for one's fellow human beings, forgiveness and such like are ones that we can all livr our lives by, whether we have religious beliefs or not. Basically being what I would call being a good person.
Anyway, those of you that have followed Ollie's progress over the years will know I have had very trying times with him, refusal to participate in singing, group activities etc during his toddler years, struggling to fit in with other children, the difficult start to his schooling.
Ollie was born prematurely on August 27th, which puts him right at the end of the school year. Not only is he the youngest child in the school he is by far the smallest. Looking at him stood up there, he looked so small even compared to his own classmates and the rest of the school tower over him. He looks too young to be there, but tonight he came of age.
The school were performing the traditional nativity Christmas story. And Ollie excelled himself. I was quite amazed on his past performances to see him singing every word of every song perfectly, and performing all the actions, in time, perfectly choreographed.
At this point, with no warning, I burst into tears. Suddenly, all of the stress I've been through with him, the endless battles over his food, his behaviour, everything I've struggled with just melted away in one unashamed moment of parental pride. Laura was sat right next to me (she is the mum I have made good friends with at school) and she could see, I think she was almost shedding a tear too for her son Lewis (Ollie's best pal at school).
It was genuinely touching to hear the nativity story again, I am glad Ollie is at a church school where such things can be freely celebrated and not suppressed for reasons of political correctness.
My son has excelled himself in so many other areas. During the term they bring books home and we have set night after night reading these books and practicing phonics and I am so proud to say that at the age of 4 and 3 months, my son can effectively read and write. I have no idea how much effort other parents put in, but I imagine a lot don't bother.
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