Fe-Fe's World Of Craft, Creations and Kids.: Back To School

Thursday 3 September 2009

Back To School

It was Ellie's first day back at school yesterday. She was very excited about seeing all her friends again. This year they have new uniform. Before the infants used to wear polo shirts and ties were optional and the cardigan/jumpers were just plain green with the school logo on.

Now the infants and the juniors all have to wear a shirt and tie and the jumpers/cardigan are a different material and have yellow stripes on them as well as the school logo. The new jumpers do look smarter but the material is very rough even after washing them.

Ellie was just so excited about going to school it was really difficult to get her to stay still for the photos.

I can't believe this is her last year in the infants. This time next year she'll be in the juniors. Where's my baby gone?!

Josh started at High School today. I was a little worried as a friend of mine was taking him and dropping him off and she had to take him quite early on her way to work. As it turned out the school is open early and he can go in the canteen first thing or the library to wait so that was a weight off my mind.

I can't believe how grown up he looks in this uniform. I'm so used to seeing him in the green one.

He's getting so tall too. Have you seen the length of those legs?! It's not going to be too much longer before he's taller than me. Argggggg!

5 comments:

Cazzy said...: Don't they both look so smart and grown up!

Josh has a uniform a lot like my old school uniform, which they still wear today!

Cazzy x; 3 September 2009 at 22:04
Dee said...: Don't they both just look smarty pants? LOL

So pleased that both had good starts on their first days. Lets hope it continues for them.

I think Josh is as tall as me now!!! As you say, where do the years go.... doesn't seem so long ago that it was me worriying about yours and Richies first days at school!!!

Mum XXXX; 3 September 2009 at 22:05
Leanne said...: Wow your kiddies not only look gorgeous but they look so grown up!!

I am dreading my two going back to school - what is going to happen with all the free time?!!

Hugs
Leanne
xx; 5 September 2009 at 07:57
Anonymous said...: Ellie and Josh look so smart! Hope all went well! Good job, mom!; 7 September 2009 at 16:58
friday feeling said...: They look lovely & smart in their new uniforms - I hope they've had good starts to the year!; 15 September 2009 at 19:32

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Ode to Special Mums

Ode to Special Moms(by Erma Bombeck)

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint, Cecilia.
"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations."I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

"Welcome to Holland"

"Welcome to Holland" By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.