My daughter is starting secondary school tomorrow and as much as I tried to stay away from the panic making, the “this is hard” conversations happening amongst people I know, I am still nervous.
I guess being nervous is part of my nature and also part of being a parent, but I have been thinking a lot about the things I wish for her.
I wish that she remains crazy. I hope that the need to make new friends (she knows nobody at the new school) will not lead to her to try and mould herself to fit in with those that are louder and more extrovert than her.
I hope she finds her gang, her crew, the people that get her and take her just as she is. That is above all my most important wish for her.
I hope she takes part in the things school has to offer, both the lessons and the clubs and activities. Being an active part rather than an onlooker at all times is a way to be happier. There is plenty that is right up her street, but shyness is a harsh mistress at times, so I hope she joins in.
I hope she copes well with this transition. Change is hard at times and even if it leads eventually to wonderful things, while you are in the change bubble, it feels like being stuck on some treacle.
I will be here waiting for her return each day with a drink and a snack, ready to listen to what occurred. Ready to implement whatever is needed: Snuggles on the sofa, escapist TV watching (Hello Once Upon Time, we still got 5 seasons to go), a bath to relax or some baking to do something completely different.
As a parent, that’s all you really can do: Hope and be there.