Toby started a new school at Easter. It was a really tough decision for me, as is every decision as a Widowed parent. I was torn between being terrified of uprooting him from a school he had known for 2 1/2 years, and knowing that he deserved so much more care and nurturing than he was getting at the old school.
At the old school, after his initial wonderful Reception year, he was forced to fit into a box that he was desperate to break out of. His spirit was crushed and his emotional wellbeing was bottom of the list of priorities. He was desperately unhappy, and it was showing in his nightmares and complete fear of going to school every morning. He was acting out and becoming a boy I didn’t recognise.
At Easter I moved him. I took a huge leap of faith and it has been the best decision I have ever made!
He is loved and appreciated. He is nurtured and celebrated for who he is. He is excited to go in every day, and speaks very fondly of his classmates and teachers.
He is happy.
And I am one very relieved Mother.
I just wish I hadn’t had to take the leap of faith alone.