Transition

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Where did those years go? It seems like only yesterday when I announced the birth of our first granddaughter here on this blog. For illustration, I included a picture of a stork carrying a new baby in its beak. Now that baby girl is four and a half years old and on the verge of going to primary school. She will be joining her reception class in September at our local primary school.

It was certainly not always the case but nowadays schools pay a lot of attention to the business of transition. There are meetings and visits - even home visits. It's all about helping children to overcome their anxieties and get off to a good start.

Today Phoebe spent the morning in her new school, including time in her assigned classroom. Frances took a couple of hours off work so that she could be there with her. Father Stewart is currently away in Stockholm, Sweden on a work-related trip.

Phoebe can be very shy with strangers - often clamming up like a mute but today all went well and she was happy as the accompanying photograph perhaps reveals.

Having been enrolled at a nearby nursery school when she was eighteen months old, Phoebe is already quite familiar with classrooms and the way that educational institutions operate so I expect that her transition to the primary school will be quite painless. However, sadly, she will no longer be coming to Grandma and Grandpa's house every Thursday. I freely admit that we will miss those days and the special influx of joy she has always brought us.

Time marches on.



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