The day has come, I always knew it would.
In my mind Connor is still a little boy.
As I watch him stretch out on the couch with his
beer oros I am amazed by how much he has crossed over that line of little boy, and is on his way to big boy. He takes up the entire damn couch. He eats like a wrestling team on steroids and he has taken to “inheriting” my shoes – and I am not exactly a small foot.
He gets embarrassed when undressing – and hides inside his cupboard if he is worried someone will come barging in. Screams at his sisters if they try to walk in to the bathroom when he is on the toilet, and begs to shower separately. The idea of him whipping off his shirt so I can see if something fits, horrifies him.
I am in denial, so get a bit cross and scream: “Just shower with the girls, what is wrong with you?”
But there is nothing wrong, he is growing up. He is at that stage where he just needs his privacy.
I live in fear that there is going to be THAT day where I barge into his room, only to discover he is doing a bit of self-exploration and then I will probably die a thousand deaths right there.
I still try to have frank conversations with him about his body and s.e.x and girlfriends and all of those things which are just going to get creepy uncomfortable over the next 12 – 24 months.
Twelve to twenty four months — that is not a long time, that is a blink in the time line of a child. Its not even long enough to make a dent in a car payment.
Talking about 24 months, Connor will be ready for Grade 8 in 2016.
Yep, sounds like forever away doesn’t it? Not so much. This year I need to visit Open Days, then apply this year (for some schools) to get on waiting lists, or next year for others.
Schools are going to be sending out “approval of acceptance” whilst he is in Grade 7 (2015) and probably before May of that year. There really there is not a huge amount of time to sit around and think long deep thoughts about school.
Kennith prefers to lie on the couch, shrug, change channels and give me the look of “really you are freaking out about nothing here” look when I decide to bring it up. Kennith’s frame of reference is that the kids just appeared to go to a school, he does not know of the weeks/months of searching to vet a school, and then the amount of begging involved in them allowing you in.
In the Grade 7 talk that I sat in to by accident, the key point conveyed was to apply to more than one school. Three (and be accepted in two) if possible, so that you are not sitting come end of 2016 with no school for 2017. This appears to be a common “need for an emergency meeting with the principal” of several Grade 7 learners and their parents.
I am not sure if 2016 and 2017 sound like they are miles away to you … to me, they sound like they are 2 or 3 Xmas cards away, and considering I am behind from about 1986 in sending Xmas cards in time, it appears frightfully close.
I sat today making a list of 6 potential high schools – and applied to them to find out when their Open Day is going to be, and whether we could pleased/beg come along.
I sent an email which I hope gives the impression that I am sort of disinterested in their school, and easy going either way. I needed to hold myself from putting one of those smiley faces that pray and close their eyes at the end of my email.
The problem (of which there are many) is that I need to evaluate a school now for the child he is going to be then. The option of waiting to see what sort of kid he is in Grade 7 and then make a decision is just not available.
I had to make my own list of Cape Town’s Top 10 Schools.
I did use the fact that they had boarding school as a criteria. I really would like the kids to attend a school with boarding facilities so they can be weekly boarders in High School. But to be honest, right now I just need to find a school that will accept my child.
Tell me again how quickly our children grow up! Cheese and rice where does it all go?