Florence Passed Her GCSE’s!
There’s a train of thought that we shouldn’t boast about our children’s achievements but it’s a thought I’m afraid i can’t get on board with and if anyone doesn’t like it then I suggest they should look away now because I am absolutely bursting with pride for my biggest girl. Not for the results she has achieved, although of course that brings me great pride too, but for how hard she has worked to get them. If she’d failed every single one then I would still feel the same sense of delight at her work ethic, her determination and the fact she puts her all into absolutely everything she does.
Even as a new born she would strive to do well, always wanting to achieve the next thing and once she could do that she wouldn’t be happy anymore and would be onto the next. People laugh at me when I say it, but it’s true. She is today, the exact same little person as she was the day she was born and her starlight of a personality shone right out of her for me to see the second I held her in my arms for the first time, while, rather dramatically and movie like, it snowed outside the window with fireworks creating a backdrop behind the star shaped flakes collecting on the sill, telling me that this special moment meant a very special girl indeed!
And I’ve always known how fantastic she is, but somehow she manages to surprise me all the same! I’ve been giving her Gram’s door analogy of exam life for a while now, “it doesn’t matter what happened at this door, once you are through it and making your way through the next. GCSE’s are a hoop to jump through, the stepping stone to get to the next door in your path way, and what matters is not how well you did as you went through the last one, it’s what happens next as no one remembers the last bit about you once you are through that next door!
Also… It is so worth remembering that exams don’t make us who we are.
My tiny baby Florence who was determined to make sure I allowed her into my bed before she could relax, adamant that she needed to communicate using sign language, crawl, sit up, stand, walk, talk… That same little girl who wrote a paragraph about the solar system when she had only just started in reception, the same girl who was adamant she would learn to surf and earn her own money to pay for the lessons, that same ten year old who decided she was going to go to Norwich School and set her mind to it absolutely making sure that happened, that girl who is all those things, an accomplished dancer, an incredibly linguist, a wonderful wordsmith, a beautiful musician, talented actor, beautiful singer, reader, writer, story teller, empath, superb sister, daughter and friend, that young woman who thinks of others before she thinks of herself, who remembers the details and who cares deeply about so many things with a passion in her tummy that could set the world on fire, that same tiny baby Florence has still managed to surprise me in only the way she could… She has passed her GCSE’s and I’m so proud I want to shout it from the rooftops because this is what life’s all about, filling up with love and pride for those we love is the key to life, surely? What kind of world would it be if parents couldn’t, or worse wouldn’t, say how much they think of their brilliant children?! Their achievement are, after all, their achievements and not our own. This is all on them!
And Flobo, how brilliantly bright and beautifully wonderful you are! Through and through! Well done my sweet little Florence Mary Ladybird. I’ve always known you…
She got an 8 in maths and 9s in EVERYTHING else! Celebrating was needed!
