No writing-type writing today. I need to recharge the old emotional batteries.
Spent the morning with my two daughters, attending a ‘meet the class’ get together at their new school. They were nervous at first, just as I’m sure normal fourteen-year-olds would have been. They met their teachers and classroom assistants, as well as the other children who’ll be in their high school, special needs class next year. After a while, they started to relax, and by the time the teacher formed everyone into a circle to take part in the Macarena and The Birdie Dance, both girls where having a great time.
Afterwards, they had pizza and cake (always popular), before I took them back to their current school.
These sort of events are bittersweet to me. I know the girls will be happy there. The teaching staff seem like wonderful people, and the other kids are truly delightful. But when I hear someone ask my daughters a simple question like ‘What do you like to do in the Summer?’ and they have no clue what's been asked, or how to answer, it’s a harsh reminder of just how far from ‘normal’ they are.
On the bright side, it helps me put any day-to-day worries I have into perspective, and later, I'm sure that's how I'll feel, but right now, I don't feel like my usual chirpy self.
Like the heading says, bleagh. I'm taking the rest of the day off.