Last Monday morning it was back to school for us here on the hill and Princess P-Dub was champing at the bit to get back. This is not a natural state of affairs particularly after Easter holidays filled with chocolate and snow but she had a reason. A really good reason. Do you remember this? And this? Well, Monday was the day results came out.
I waited by their exit that afternoon and she came out quite smiley but not bouncing off the walls so I figured she had done alright. As she was regaling me with the structure of marks - bronze, silver, gold and something she and her friends were calling prehistoric (ie; below bronze [I thought it pretty clever, can you tell she has watched Time Team obsessively sincethe age of two?]) one of these frineds came bouncing up saying 'Guess what Princess C-Dub got? She got a p..'
"Shhhh...... " I said "Let her tell me."
"Well, Mrs Tree said that three were of such high quality she had to regrade them and create a whole new level of mark - it's platinum and I got one! Come in and have a look at my certificate"
So there you have it, 11 weeks of shouty Mummy, stressed small girl and one whole Sunday spent with a pen in her hand, writing for more than 10 hours resulted in that particular small girl feeling so proud of herself and floating with the satisfaction that comes from a job well. I hope it is a message that stays with her.