It's school holidays here, for a glorious 3 weeks. My boys need a break. They presented me with the best report cards a mother could wish for.... and my big boy won a part scholarship for his school, through the National Scholarship Program, for his entire schooling, until Grade 12. I cried like a baby when they called me. It was like winning lotto!
Back in February, all my friends thought I was the cruelest mother saying, "son, you're 11 years old, it's about time you started contributing financially to your education. You are sitting the scholarship exam. Come here and we'll practise fractions."
Boys, I am bursting with pride. Living in a caravan, on the school oval, is far less a possibility in the future!... oh and little one, you are sitting it, in 4 years time.