Yes I am that awful parent that when the letter comes home with my cherub my stomach rolls, not because I am not interested in what my child is doing, or how I can support her at home.
My issue is the whole event of being rammed into a school hall along with a multitude of other parents, plus some hormonal pre teens which is not my idea of fun in the slightest and looking at most of the faces on the teachers it’s not theirs either!
So this year Ollie and I diligently smile at the pre offered timetable and with a slight hitch on setting off on time we head to the inner sanctum for all the local tweens and teens alike (the school hall) and my insides are in knots.
I can tell its going to be one of these evenings, you know the one where you wished you had saved your energy and called the head of year to apologise in the morning and not bother getting out your fat pants and fighting with the tween about the fact they are not coming with you too.
We arrive and shoehorn ourselves through the scrum at the main doors and head off in the direction of the hormone and sweat smelling room, commonly known as ….. the hall.
After the first stop off I can feel myself thinking that maybe this time will be different, the feeling continues, as one by one the words I would only ever dream about hearing start dancing round my head.
On leaving, my views of parents evening have slightly shifted in their favour and it takes me a little while for it all to sink in.
Once home and the reality of what had been said can no longer be kept a secret, its time to divulge to the tween sitting on the floor…
As I enter the room she looked at the floor in the hopes that the ground would swallow her up…. I remember that feeling well.
However after hearing what we heard there was nothing except praise and complete joy as it seems Bethany has finally found her niche and her fit within school as she excels in many of her subjects especially in science with possible A* grades if she can knuckle down and keep working hard!
So even with the stench of hormones, dreadful attitude and smelly feet … all that aside I am still very proud of my tween, soon to be teen.