Warning. Maternal gushing ahead - move along if you're only here for textiley stuff! Fair warning, okay? *g*
I'm always a proud Mum - I think it generally comes in with the pregnancy hormones, right? Every little achievement is something to be carefully savoured and locked away in the vaults of memory for leisurely perusal whenever the nostalgic mood takes. From blink-of-an-eye toilet training to the shyest of shy girls doing a reading at her last primary school assembly the moments stack up and I have quite the wobbly pile now. But last night tops the whole bloody lot.
We knew she was getting an award at the junior award ceremony a few weeks ago when the letter came home. We were understandably thrilled - first year (sorry, S1 *rollseyes*) has been quite a transition so to know that at least the actual schooling part of school was going well was a brilliant boost for us all. And then there was a run through on Wednesday afternoon and it turned out she was getting more than one. Well now. It is kept a closely guarded what you have actually been awarded until the night so she was very excited as we got ready to leave. Here she is - incidentally in a skirt I made. Ha!
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(fuzzy photo on account of the nervous excitememt - from both of us!) |
And here's her pile of awards. Yes, that's FOUR certificates. *blinks* The English endeavour, the German academic, a Citizenship for her baritone playing in the local youth band and - what I am most proud of - a GOLD personal commitment award.
For that last one they take into consideration merits for the year (house points), demerits (she has zero), attendance and punctuality and there were only six gold ones handed out in the entire first year. Chook was the only S1 to get an award in all four categories: academic, endeavour, citizenship and personal commitment. So I think we can say she's an all-rounder. I'm trying hard not to be smug but I'm absolutely bursting with pride.
She's a funny wee thing, insisting on wearing her new specs even though she wasn't reading anything at a distance. Specs are cool now, you know. And, given my employment, she has no shortage of choice!
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(no photos of her in uniform with them on - so have this one from last weekend) |
And she fair skuttled across the stage to receive her first certificate - Spouse and I compared her to a wee nervous duck. But she got straighter each consecutive trip - she had practise doing it four times, I suppose - and we got a cheeky grin and a wave after the last one. Again with the pride bursting from my chest. It's a shame it's not an energy that can be harnessed - we could power the whole of Central Scotland today!
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(Photo courtesy of the school Twitter feed!) |
And a sign of the times in that it's not a book token you receive now like in my day (this is my old school and I appear to have lost my Robert Louis Stevenson 3rd year biology merit book - rats) but Amazon vouchers! Which I think is deeply cool and thoughtful. Celebratory tea tonight, methinks. And perhaps a little frivolous something. The child has earned it!