Parent's Evening

We attended a parents evening the other day. It was with Amelie's careworker. I have been to one before, probably about six months ago. It's strange because I never expected to be doing this sort of thing so early on in her age. But it's a good because we get to know how Amelie is progressing, and developing away from us.

By all accounts she's doing very well. While sat on minature chairs, we went through Amelie's folder, and various acheivements were pointed out and explained. I'm unsure how much negativity, at this stage, the careworker would have divulged. It's not like Amelie could "wag it" from nursery, or get caught smoking behind the see-saw, is it? But there were no areas of improvement, no extra help needed.

The one word I remember was, "confident", which is strange because as a child I wasn't, and neither was my wife. In truth, the way Amelie was described to us by the careworker was one of a person poles apart from the children we were. And for some reason, this made me feel very proud because none of the things that held me back, and my wife, when we were young, have bled over into Amelie.

The careworker also said that if the nursery could have ten identical children, then she would have ten Amelies. Sometimes, I wish my heart was made of stone.