Mystery blog swap

Something different! I have a guest post on today, but I can’t tell you who it is. You have to guess! Sound confusing? Read this and it will all become clear. Can you work out who is blogging where? Author unknown, a fantastic post about the rollercoaster that is a Secondary school appeal!

IF ONLY I’d chosen a home 2 miles to the left! – Secondary School Appeal.

My daughter didn’t get into the secondary school of her choice. It’s been a disaster.  We knew it was a long shot as the school was oversubscribed and we live the furthest away but after relocating 2 years ago and my daughter settling in with a new group of friends, it’s become very stressful for her that she has to go to a different high school to them; a high school that she really doesn’t like.

Preparing for the appeal panel was tense. Finding reasons to justify that the stress to my daughter outweighs the logistical difficulties faced by the school for allowing her a place was a challenge. The Powerpoint presentation cover had lots of photos of my daughter with her arms around her pals (children that had all been allocated a place already) in the hope of tugging the heart strings.

The reasons where three-fold and very detailed, focusing on mostly emotional arguments. Presenting them to the panel last week, I battled throughout to maintain composure. 28 children are appealing and it seems that they usually allow 3 or 4 children in on appeal. Why does my daughter deserve a place over the other 27 children who are also heartbroken that they cannot attend the school of their choice?

I thought we had a strong case, drawing examples from our lives that have been a bit of a nightmare the past few years. I threw into the presentation a photocopy of a court order that could be used to support my argument and tried to wow the panel with my daughter’s high achieving school grades. I also mentioned my other daughter who was 12 months younger, also wanting to attend this school and how her life would be turned upside down if we were denied a place. The unique point I had was that my ex husband is a supply teacher in the area of the school that my daughter has been placed but not in the area of the school she wants to attend.

Turns out, after finding out a bit of gossip in the playground, everyone else seems to have a strong case too so I’ve started gently mentioning to my daughters that the appeal will not be successful.

We’ve had tears and tantrum while we wait for the results next week.

I’m pretty sure that we haven’t been successful with our appeal and I’m not sure how to deal with the consequences.

 

 

Don’t rain on my (baby) parade!

I’m most pleased to have this guest piece to post, written by Donna from over at MummyCentral. This post has had me alternating between smirks and knowing smiles,and annoyance coupled with the urge to check my FB friend’s and delete anyone who posts only animal pics. Makes no sense? It soon will! To read more about Donna, check out her Bio at the end of the post!

When we decided to have kids, the conversation between me and hubby went something like this:

Me: Do you want children?
Him: Dunno. Do you want them?
Me: Let’s have one and see how we get on
Him: Yep, sounds like a plan

We were as far away as you could get from those people whose lifelong ambition is to be a parent.

If anything, we envied those who were sure – either way.
For us, it was more like dipping a toe in the water to see if we liked the temperature.
I won’t say parenthood hasn’t been tough. But the water must have been pleasant, because we decided to jump right in and have a second baby a few years later.
We’re now madly in love with our boys. Having them was the best decision we ever made.
But we understand family life isn’t for everyone – and God knows it can be tiring and hard work.

So I’ve found myself bewildered, since returning to work part-time, at the attitude of some colleagues without offspring.
Some don’t want them, some are planning to have them in the next couple of years. Some aren’t sure.
But they have been extremely vocal in their lambasting (if that’s the right term) of parents.
The general comments have been things like:
“God I hate parents who post pictures of their kids on Facebook. How soppy.”
“All they can talk about is nappies and weaning. I mean, get a life!”
“Why should they get better parking spaces? Bloody cheek.”
Are these people threatened? Or do they protest too much?
It’s as if they’re worried I’m going to recruit them into some terrible cult – while proudly showing off pictures of my placenta.
Meanwhile, a pregnant colleague sitting opposite me doesn’t dare mention her impending arrival, until this cynical lot goes out to lunch.
Then she proudly brings out her scan pictures, asks me what steriliser I’d recommend, and discusses her favourite baby names.
The thing is, we sit silently while our colleagues gush about their wedding plans, describe their diets and everything they’ve eaten that day, or talk in gushing terms about their beloved dogs (who they post pictures of on Facebook).
So why are we shamed, feeling somehow guilty, at the occasional comment about our kids?
All I can think is that having babies really is an emotional issue. Some people can’t have them. Some are afraid of how much they might change their lives.
Some decide not to have them – then feel guilty or judged by society.

Speaking for myself, I can only hold up my hands and say: “No judgement”.

And I would guess a lot of frazzled parents are the same.
We love our kids dearly, but can imagine a life without them – having lots of freedom, holidays, spare cash, etc.
It’s just that we chose to forego those pleasures for our own unique experience.

So why can’t we celebrate that experience, without eye-rolling or mocking from those who chose a different path?

I don’t spend my days shouting:

“I hate dog owners who let their mutts poop on my lawn.”

“Bloody bridezillas. There’s more to life than a three-tiered cake.”

“I don’t care how many calories are in your sandwich. Eat it and shut up!”

I understand different things are important to different people.

So what if a mother wants to gush about her babies, or even get out her photos and show them off? Why not let her?

And like I said to the last office cynic who tutted that he couldn’t stand children.

“Count yourself lucky your parents didn’t feel the same!”.

Donna White is co-creator of Mummy Central and a work-at-home mum of two boys, aged two and five. She has been a journalist for almost 20 years, and at the height of her career she flew into Afghanistan with Tony Blair. She now spends her days wiping snot and listening to The Wiggles! catch up with her over at the MummyCentral Facebook Page or on Twitter.