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Into the land of 'big school' education we go!

The Lodger has started primary school.

I'll repeat that.

The Lodger has started primary school. 

If I wasn't the person helping him put on his school uniform, getting his lunch ready, bringing him to school and answering his approximately 10,000 questions on the topic I wouldn't believe it. How can five years go by so fast?

On the first day of school, we gathered in the PE hall to wait for the Teacher to call her class. He was subdued (this is rare!). The hall was busy, loud and filled with a lot of parental emotion!! The Lodger looked up at me and told me he was a little bit sad. 

THIS WAS A REVELATION!!! In my mind, I jumped into the air with delight and high fived the crowd. We've been working with The Lodger for a very long time now to identify emotions. 

In reality, I took him to the side of the room and we sat down and amongst all the chaos I got to the bottom of why he was a little bit sad. He needed to meet his helper and be reassured that she would, in fact, help him. Easily solved. 

As The Lodgers Teacher came to collect her class, The Helper stepped forward, The Lodger asked a few questions, smiled at me and hand-in-hand they left, following the rest of the class out of the hall and into the classroom. 

Another milestone reached.

We have just had day three of school and The Lodger is loving it all. 
'What will I learn tomorrow?' is his latest pre falling asleep question. It's replaced his usual breakfast related question, so school really is a hit! 


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