Last Updated on September 12, 2022 by HodgePodgeDays
To my darling son,
I can’t quite believe how quickly this last year has gone. Today is your last day of Year 6, and primary school. In the blink of an eye you’ve gone from a round faced little boy, to an as tall as me already tweenager. I am ridiculously proud of you, and have been probably every day of your life.
Every child has their gifts and talents, every child has things they struggle with, every child is different, but you’re my boy and I’m about to tell you just how brilliant I think you are.
All through your primary years, you’ve struggled a bit and no one quite knew why. You were given an EHCP and extra support at school while we waited for a diagnosis, eventually after being sat on a too long waiting list for several years, we got a formal diagnosis of dyspraxia for you. Knowing that, suddenly everything fell into place. It didn’t instantly make your life any easier, but we knew what we were dealing with, and we could support you better.
At school you fly high in the subjects you love, science, history, geography, IT and more recently, art (thanks Miss Pitts). Maths and English you could take or leave, writing is a struggle because the muscles in your hands don’t want to play. All we have ever asked of you is to try your best, and you did do and we think you are brilliant for that.
We sent you to the best primary school we knew, it was a small village school with a great reputation and somewhere which was well known for sending well mannered, bright, enquiring children out into the world. You have charmed every teacher you’ve had, each one telling us how much they enjoy chatting with you, how kind you are and how interested in learning you are. We couldn’t really ask for more.
Your primary school have done their very best for you. They’ve worked hard on improving your confidence and given you all the skills you need to get you ready for high school, which will be a whole other adventure.
I am so proud of you. I am so proud of you for never giving up, for trying hard, for digging deep when things were difficult for you and you couldn’t keep up with your friends, or do the things that they do because your dyspraxia got in the way or made you tired.
I am so proud of you for every day becoming more independent. I love it when you pop to my work with a handful of sweets you’ve bought to share with me, or when you get yourself from A to B by yourself. The things that other kids might find easy can be more difficult for you, but you are nailing it every step of the way.
I know that like every single other child in the world, high school will bring its own challenges. There will be good days and there will be bad ones too, but if you approach high school and life with the cheerfulness, charm and enthusiasm you’ve thrown into your primary school years, you’ll do just fine.
And remember, all we will ever ask of you is to try your very best, and I know you will. You’re my best boy and I love you. Have a great summer.
Love, always,
Mum xx
