‘It’s not like it was when we were children’, this is what I’ve had to explain to my dad two years on the trot now. When we were younger you wandered up to your local school the year before you were due to start and your parents put your name down and that was it. Now it’s like a lottery, you pick your three choices and hope for the best.
Today I found out Willem got our first choice of schools, and I was so relived. This time last year when we found out where Roran was going I wasn’t all that bothered. We lived near two very good schools, although I preferred one to the other I was happy with either really. However this time I got a little worried as we had temporarily moved out of the catchment area, so what if we didn’t get Willem into the same school? How would I be at two schools at the same time? I can’t move Roran he loves his school/friends/teachers, but how would I explain to Willem he was going somewhere else?
These were obviously all irrational fears created by my own mind in my own little imaginary world, but to me they could be real. Everyone told me to not worry as he was clearly going to get in with the sibling rule, but what if he didn’t? You hear stories of parents having children at different schools, I just couldn’t manage that, especially with a new baby and a toddler in tow.
These scenario’s all went pop this morning when I found out at 6.30am via an email we had got the preferred school. Now I just need to get my head around my little boy going school. Roran started at the age of 4 years and 11 months, being an October baby. Willem will be 4 years and 2 months, as his birthday is right at the end of June. He will be so young compared to his big brother, but at least he will be there to look after him.`