Post 18 parenting

Holidays

| skwarepegrowndhole

This isn’t the post I was planning to write today – it was supposed to be a follow up blog about GCSE results that was going to be very similar to my A-level blog last week, but sometimes you just have to go where the words take you, and today, they have taken me to holidays. I am writing this on the Sunday of the Bank Holiday weekend, but I will publish this once we’re on our way home.

Until this year, we have managed to have 2 holidays in the UK each summer – which makes us very lucky. I used to work in Further Education, and the college I worked at broke up for the summer at the end of June/beginning of July. Our children had scholarships to a local private school (again, the fact that we found the money for this even with the help of scholarships makes us very fortunate), so they broke up at the beginning of July. This meant that we could get away for 2 weeks before state schools broke up, when the prices were a little cheaper, especially when we headed to Cornwall. Then, in August, we went away with my parents for a week, usually to Norfolk and we shared the cost, and we also shared the childcare which was a huge thing when our children were younger.

This has continued every year for the last 15+ years, but the teaching job I have now follows school holidays, so because my contract is term time only, we’ve had to stop going away in July. This year, I decided that we would come to Cornwall for 2 weeks – and our second week would be the bank holiday week (I’m sitting writing this in our holiday home). We would come down for 2 weeks, with my parents joining us for the second week, so it was like a hybrid of the holidays we’ve had until this year.

We are having a lovely time – we’ve been to the beaches, but have behaved like locals (I grew up in Poole, Dorset so know how to avoid holiday makers in the summer) and got to the beach early and left when everyone else arrived. We’ve been to our favourite eateries, but have booked tables or got there early to avoid too many crowds, and have been to Newquay and Padstow, but, again, have got there early. It’s been a lovely holiday, and apart from missing the dogs and the cats, I’m in no rush to get home.

However, it is busy. We tried to eat at one of our favourites, and the restaurant was fully booked, even though we had got there late afternoon/early evening, but we could eat at the bar. The first table away from everyone smelt of bins, the second was next to where the band was setting up, and the third was under the speaker with uncomfortable seats. We left and found a plan B that was just as busy, but had outdoor seats. We ordered food (pizzas), had a drink and we left to eat at our holiday home.

This afternoon, our youngest has chatted to me. It’s too busy for him, and he’s also realised that 2 weeks is too long for him. We’ve already booked to come back at Easter, but because he talked to me, we already have a plan. He’s not a child any more, he’s a young adult who is happy catching trains, so at Easter, he will either come with us and train home early, or train down a few days after we arrived and stay til we come home. Problem solved. This holiday, though, he’s stuck with us til we come home on Thursday.

Has this conversation stifled or impacted our holiday? Absolutely not. Has the further revelation before I started writing that he’s spent a lot of time masking this holiday when we’ve been out, so is feeling tired and headachey impacted it? Maybe a little bit, but it’s his holiday too, so I need to be aware of how he’s feeling, and I need to make sure that I do everything I can to help him not to be in too many places where he has to mask. We have talked, and we have a plan.

Looking back, 14 days in a very busy part of Cornwall over the bank holiday weekend wasn’t one of my better ideas, but we live and learn. I’m not perfect, I make decisions that maybe I shouldn’t have done, but I made them with the best intentions. What we can do, is make sure we all have fun on the few days we have left down here. I won’t try and persuade our youngest to come to the beach or go anywhere where he’ll have to mask, and I won’t do that to our eldest either. We may all have to compromise a little bit, but not when it comes to their sensory needs. No compromise there.

We have a day out planned, we know where we’re eating if we’re eating out, and we know that we can all enjoy the next 4 days with minimal masking. I need to breathe, not feel any blame, and know it’s one of those situations that we learn from, and then move on.

For now, I’ve checked the weather so tomorrow is going to be a beach/chill at the house/read kind of day, Tuesday isn’t as good, but we’re off out for the day, and Wednesday will be a quite day with some walks before frantic cleaning and packing as we head back home on Thursday, hoping to avoid the ‘last weekend before the schools go back’ travel chaos on Friday and Saturday.

What happens next….

| skwarepegrowndhole

As SEN parents, so much of our time is taken up with battles – battles with the education system, battles with school, battles with healthcare professionals, with policies, with how to juggle our time, and the biggest battle of all, the ‘should’ve, could’ve, would’ve’ that runs continually in our heads. So what happens when they leave formal education? What happens next?

I think any parent will tell you that parenting does not stop when children reach 16, 18 or 21. We are a parent for life. We worry, and I’m sure when it’s my turn to become a grandparent, I’ll then have children and grandchildren to worry about.

But I think it may be slightly different when you are a SEN parent.

In August, after A-level results were released, we did not have any children in formal education. We had done it, we had steered 2 children through their Early Years Foundation Stage (EYFS), all the key stages, GCSEs, vocational qualifications and A-levels. We were done – pass the champagne please, our days of battling are over.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Not a chance.

I should have known, really, as our eldest had issues with his first year on his first degree, and I had to navigate the complexities of him being over 18 but still needing support. Many angry emails and phone calls meant we eventually got problems resolved, but the stress of it all triggered depression and he ended up leaving uni at 20 – but went back in lockdown and graduated in 2022.

Our youngest had a completely different experience, but my role as a battling SEN mum has continued. I had learnt from the earlier battles and so had things in place that would allow me to talk to people if needed.

I’m not going into too much detail here, as he’s still in his first semester, and the university have been incredibly supportive, once we got to the root of the problem. But living in halls triggered all sorts of feelings, so after lots of discussion, he is living at home and commuting – and through witchcraft, stroppy emails and pleading, he’s been released from his halls contract. The course is not as academically stretching as he thought it would be – but he has been assured that it will get harder. Lectures with over 200 other learners after being used to A-level chemistry lessons with 4 other teens where there was lots of discussion, have taken a lot to get used to. There were times when the goal was to make it to the end of the day, then we extended to the end of the week, the month and now the first term. A month of exams, and then he’s done the first semester, with optional modules picked for the second one. After thinking he might not be able to stay until reading week, we’re now pretty sure he’ll make it to the end of year one – and probably beyond.

I don’t think that this is just due to protected characteristics. This is the cohort who sat their GCSEs in classrooms rather than exam halls. When they were supposed to be out socialising, they were wearing masks to go to the supermarket with their parents. When they were supposed to be rebellious, risk taking teens, they were careful not to take risks as they didn’t want to infect elderly relatives. They are the Covid cohort – and this has impacted many of them in so many different ways.

In our family, though, protected characteristics have made things even more difficult, but we’ve got through it. I reduced my hours at work so that I could do pick ups & drop offs (which I have really enjoyed – early morning conversations with my teen when stuck in traffic have been a great start to the day (no sarcasm, I thoroughly enjoy the journeys)), we’ve supported him seeing our GP and looking at ADHD diagnosis this year, we’ve emailed mentors when needed, and have encouraged him to ask for extra help when needed – and, despite the warnings from school – he has been given everything he needed, and more.

I am disappointed for him that he hasn’t had the start of uni that he envisaged, I am sad that living in wasn’t an option in the end, but I am so proud of him for getting to the end of this term, for taking control of his mental health, asking for and seeking help when he needed it, and it’s actually been lovely to still have him living at home. Our eldest moved into his own home & got married earlier in 2023, so it would have been a very empty nest if things had worked out how we all planned.

So, what happens next? It seems it’s more of the same, but with more autonomy for our teen to sort things out himself; in the crazy circus of education, I have gone from the lion tamer to safety net, and that’s exactly how it should be. I will always be here, for both of our children, for as long as I am able, to offer support, words of wisdom and to be their safety net – and I am always up for taming lions if the need arises!