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Transitions...

Life is full of them, isn't it?

Right now, Luey is in the middle of his transition sessions as he moves up from grade two to grade three. Might sound strange to some of you that he needs trans session for moving up a grade, but at the boys school there is a system of multi-age classes (which is different from composite classes in that it is an intentional pedagogy rather than a situational compromise). So the preps, 1st and 2nd graders are grouped together as one class with the same teacher (theoretically, though this hasn't been the case for Luey due his first teacher being a complete tool and him needing to change classes and then his second teacher taking up a position in a new school) for three years. Then they go to "middle primary" for two years, which is 3rd and 4th grades together, and finally "senior primary" which are the 5th and 6th grades together.

So, this month Luey is transitioning to 3rd grade, which means every Wednesday he spends part of the day in one of the 3/4 classes. Erik transitioned to 3/4 last year, so Luey might end up in Erik's classes for one of the sessions, though he won't end up in Erik's class next year as the school mostly keeps siblings in different classes (unless the parents specifically request otherwise.

Last night it dawned on me that next year Erik will be transitioning to 5/6 and starting the final leg of his primary school experience! It seems too soon! He only started school a couple of years ago! Bryn will be starting school the same year Erik transitions to 5/6, so 2011 is set to be a big year!

These kinds of changes always bring about philosophising about how life just continues on, whether we're ready or not. Change happens and we can either adapt or fall apart, freaking out about it all.

Last year, Erik still seemed very much like a small child. Last night Dave and I were discussing how, despite our concerns about his level of maturity, we have little choice but to give him the opportunities to develop his self-esteem through allowing him his independence. Dave worries more about this than I do because Dave was far less impulsive than Erik is at this age. I, on the other hand, was just as impulsive as Erik, if not more so, and yet I had a lot of responsibility and while it would probably have hastened the development of grey hairs on my parents heads had they known the stupid risks I took when left to my own devices, I managed to fumble through some pretty hairy situations without their management.

This is why I have a fair bit of confidence that, allowed his independence, Erik will be ok.

Transitions are scary, whatever age we are, but we're going through them every single day of our lives, and the only way to cope is to embrace them wholeheartedly.

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Stitch Sista said…
Transitions ARE scary. Kids cope with them better than us adults at times I think!

(says she who has recently started having anxiety attacks again with some changes coming up in our lives)

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