I came home last week with my first homework! I was very excited to show Mummy, and she was happy that I was happy.
I have just started full time school in January, I was four in October. I would rather stay home with Mummy, but I do quite like school. I am in the Butterflies class and my teacher is Miss P. She is really lovely.
I am a very clever little boy, I can write my name and the numbers 1 – 20. I copied my friends names on their birthday cards last month, and I wrote Mummy all by myself last Saturday. Mummy says I am like a little sponge, soaking up everything around me, thirsty to learn more and more. The only sponge I know is Spongebob and I don’t think I look like him……… 😉
I came home last Tuesday with my very own school diary planner and my first homework. A sheet of four words for me to sound out. I know Mummy was a bit surprised that I was having homework at four years old, she was trying to remember how old my brother and sisters were when they had their first lot of homework, it must have been at a similar age but it was still a shock! On Friday I came home with my first reading book!
I feel a really big boy, I love it when Miss P is pleased with me, Mummy too, and I am just so eager to learn my letters, I am writing all the time and pointing out letters everywhere we go.
‘I was shocked when Pickle came out of school with his diary planner and homework. Although only a sheet of four simple words, I had such mixed feelings. He is so very young and already the time at school has changed from learning through play every day to more structured learning. He is exhausted after a full day in school and just asks to go home and then plays with his favourite toys and watches some TV. He still asks some days if he can have a little sleep on the way home.
I am also aware that Pickle bringing homework home is another sign that he is getting older, another milestone met, another first. I am aware that every milestone and first is bittersweet for me, he is most definitely my last baby, but at 45 I thank my lucky stars every day that I have this chance to be a Mummy all over again. (There is a ten year gap between my other son and Pickle). Of course I am thrilled that he is clearly thriving and he really is a clever little lad who needs challenges and stimulation but is homework at four years old too much?
Just when I got over this, he came home with his first reading book! I was so proud of him, and again had so many other mixed feelings too.
Pickle is happy – and that is ultimately all that matters. He is very proud of his homework and his reading and loves to show me and his teachers what he has learned.’
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