Sunday, 3 March 2019


'A Sunday roast will set you up for the week', says my mother, a 'feeder' by nature and an unwritten family law that I try to stick to. Something hearty and filling and mostly traditional roast in nature. Although today was Lancashire hotpot, served with a doff of the cap to my husbands lineage of Lancashire mining stock. 

Sundays aren't always fun days but days of chores. Washing school uniform, cooking said roast and preparing for the week ahead whilst trying to get the youngest feral Bradshaw in the bath! I've just plotted the eldest sons exams on the family calendar and scared myself silly with the amount of exams he has to do and how soon they have come around - was he not just a babe in arms? 

Trying to motivate him to revise is similar to training pigs to fly, in fact I'd rather do the latter to be honest! I absolutely hate the one-size-fits-all education system, which hasn't improved since I was in school in the late 80's / early 90's in fact one of my teachers is now teaching my son! And I'm dreading results day when all the parents whose only posts on Facebook are about the accomplishments of their proteges, are sharing posts about their little darlings having got all A's or whatever number it is now!

This makes me sound awful I know, but there, I've said it out loud. My children are deliciously ordinary. They are bright, sociable, healthy and happy (most of the time - as let's not paint an unrealistic picture). They fight with each other and argue with us, they are kind and caring, messy and loud, sporty and dirty, and I adore them. I couldn't care less if they get A's or not - in fact *shock horror* they don't even have to pass all of their exams - just enough to get them to where they want to go. I do worry that my laissez-faire attitude will rub off on them and results in a lack of ambition as don't get me wrong I expect them to work hard in life and find something that they are passionate about. 

Right now I've got that off my chest I'm off to sew up a hole in some school trousers and maybe hothousing the six year old, third time lucky right?  

1 comment:

  1. you sound like the great mother to me. I agree about the education system. Its hard for all children to fit one mould. Thats not real life either. I was a twin and my Sister was an A* student. i found this tough going as i had a slipped epiphysis in both hips so from 9-17yrs i was in and out of hospital (some of it in a wheelchair and then crutches learning to walk again after each op). I missed so much school and found the whole G.C.S.E's just a mish#mash of study trying to cram it all in to my head. Often thinking ive not taken anything of it in or could remember it all. Sometimes when students are not greatly academic why dont they help these kids in other areas of things they really love. I found art my why of escape. I often think 'results' or 'grades' should be built up more on coursework than a final exam...its terrifying to sit there and one hour to complete questions, my mind used to just go blank with stress.
    I feel for your son and his issues with legs ~ that must be so hard. best wishes ;)


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