Parent Power

Sometimes just by raising your head an inch or two above the parapet you find that you are in a position to make a difference.

Here he is - Edward Timpson - Minister for Children and Welfare

Here he is – Edward Timpson – Minister for Children and Families

Yesterday- thanks to TOTS100 - I found myself in Westminster lobbying a minister, Mr Edward Timpson, on the subject of Special Educational Needs Reform.
Nice as it was to have coffee and biscuits without someone small rubbing the crumbs into my knees I, in common with a small group of TOTS100 mummy bloggers, was there with more on my mind than chocolate digestives.
Each one of this particular collection of mothers had experienced the extraordinary unpleasantness of applying for a Statement of Special Educational Needs for their child.

The world of Statementing (as it is rather ungrammatically called) is an Alice through the Looking Glass world: a world in which, like the White Queen, you have to run backwards in order to stay in the same place imagesCA805D70- running at Usain Bolt speed is necessary to go forward!

In this topsy-turvy existance rather than being regarded as part of the team working for the same goal – to ensure equality of access to education for our disabled children - we have been regarded as demanding complications and hindrances to the process ; – in order to ensure that our children did not fail in school, we have had to prove a full year of failure! And so it goes on but the Minister of Children and Welfare Edward Timpson wants to make it better. He is in the process of crafting a new bill for the reform of the SEN system and he actually asked for our advice. Here is what I told him.

What came through, loud and clear, was that parents are a force not only to be reckoned with but also to be harnessed. We are experts in our fields, we know things (and what we don’t already know we make sure that we find out) as it is our children’s future that we are protecting. We need support and specialist help to access what is the right of every child: an education that is fit for purpose so that these special children can fulfil their greatest potential.
I hold out hope that Mr Timpson will achieve what he is setting out to do: To make the process of getting a statement of SEN more straight forward, to enable those who need support to access it and to ensure that the playing field is levelled and generally less strewn with obstacles.

When I wrote my blog piece Wonderfully Ordinary I was simply expressing my relief that we had finally won our year-long battle to get the right support for my blind daughter. It did not occur to me then, that by doing so, I was starting down a road that could, if all goes well, mean that from the general beastliness of my experience some lessons will be learnt and the path made smoother for others. It would be nice to think that some greater good was served by that year of stress and conflict.

Here’s hoping anyway.

Reforming Zeal – Change for the Better- an open letter to Mr Edward Timpson Minister of Children and Families.

Dear Mr Timpson,
Thank you for your time today. I hope you got something positive out of our meeting.

Edward Timpson - Minister for Children and Welfare

Edward Timpson – Minister for Children and Families

I will be following your progress with interest.

Your determination to listen, try to understand and therefore avoid pitfalls was admirable. I truly wish all ‘power to your elbow’.That being so it simply remains for me to ask ‘what use can we parents of SEN children be to you?’ and ‘what is the best way for us to help this process along?’ In the spirit of helpfulness I thought I would submit my agenda points with clarification and comment for your information.

1. The adversarial nature of the statementing process.
This piece called Wonderfully Ordinary was written to describe the sheer relief I felt on learning that we had finally won our year-long battle with the local authority over my daughter’s statement of Special Educational Needs.
This process I now know to be a byword in brutal bureaucracy. At a moment where parents are most in need of support and kindness one is confronted with bullish tactics, and a combative attitude. From the outset it seems as if parents are mistrusted and assumed to be trying to get more out of the system than they should.

Our route to statementing was unnecessarily unpleasant from the very beginning. We were constantly told that what we wanted was not available, had never been done and that there was no precedent. As we started towards tribunal the experience was pocked with incidence of aggressive counter tactics (supplications to the tribunal judges to throw out the case on various technical grounds) all failed and once the LA realised that we both had a lawyer and also that we had discovered the precedent they had denied existed they folded before we got to the courtroom door. None of the behaviour of the LA was in the best interest of my daughter. It was all concerned with control and cost cutting.

Route for change
What came through today was a strong sense that what is needed is a full culture change within the Local authority (with particular reference to those involved in the statementing process ) and the importance of parent advocacy – parents should be considered, where possible, to be full participants in the process.

2. Progress and attainment
I was pleased to read the DfE report on support and aspiration: a new approach to special needs and disability.

The current, and I hope soon to be past, expectation of the need to show 3 terms (1 year) of failure in order to be considered for a statement is an affront. It runs directly counter to the best interests of the child and the goal of equal access to education.
Special Educational Needs must not be understood to mean operating below the basic standard: That would be to do a terrible disservice to those who are already going to have to work harder than average to fulfil their potential. They do not need further obstacles thrown into their path.
Having been informed that this was the system I spent Hester’s time at nursery (whilst supported under a CAF protocol) marking, describing, looking for and predicting every possible failure of access and attainment. This is no way to view a child’s learning process.

Route for change
Statementing should be about preventing failure: at its heart should be Equal Access to education with success at the highest level its goal – not mere containment of difficulty.

Blind and Visually Impaired children without further SEN needs have the same potential for high attainment as a sighted child.
There should, therefore, be no expectation of working below the national average. Yet, shamingly, a research briefing from the RNIB found that RNIB educationwhilst Blind children with no other SEN had a higher attainment and make better progress than other SEN Groups they still show markedly lower attainment than children with no SEN. The gap, notable at the end of reception, widens with every key stage. This should not be the case and demonstrates the need for more early intervention and support if these findings are to be turned around.

3. Importance of Early intervention and countrywide parity of access to specialist support.

We were in London when Hester was first diagnosed with Leber’s congenital amaurosis (blindness).
To begin with we had little guidance or support to help with sensory stimulation or tactics for helping with language development. (Language is the starting block from which all learning stems – if you can’t see – you don’t learn by naming and pointing – which is how babies learn to speak. If your speech is delayed so too is your cognitive processing and all forms of drawing conclusion from connections are likely to be lost). By the time she was first assessed developmentally at 18 months she was already one year behind in linguistic terms and both fine and gross motors skills were delayed.

Luckily for Hester this was the point at which we moved to the West Country and into the arms of the Bristol VI team where the difference in approach was marked.
Hester was able to attend a specialist playgroup (once a week) where every part of her development (visual, mental, emotional, physical) could be continually assessed and supported as could my parenting of a child with such particular needs.

These groups were led by specially trained teachers and assistants with years of experience in the field. The whole aim of this group was to ensure that each child (and they ranged in age from new-born to 5) was ready for school when the time arrived.
They did a superb job. In real terms their help and early intervention made Hester’s transition to school as successful as it could be. Without their support Hester would have started on the back foot – if not facing in the wrong direction. As it is she is now operating at the same standard as her sighted peers (in fact higher than most of them!)

Blindness in children is very low incidence within the population and requires an enormous amount of specialist support if access to education is to be successful.

There is a great deal of unease in the visual impairment service that although their funding has been guaranteed for one year this funding needs to be ring fenced if their excellent work is to continue. Devolving funding to schools, without ringfencing their funding through the Local Authority, risks a supply and demand mechanism of funding allocation and low incidence yet essential services would be negatively affected by this.

In summation
Hester is my fourth child. I had some experience of mothering and also 10 All to School - H included!years of teaching under my belt before we embarked on this adventure but even so, without the early years support of specialists she would not be in the excellent position she is now. Early invention is crucial if education is to be successful. It would be extremely short-sighted, if you will forgive the pun, to scrimp here when good support will secure a better outcome: to wit – a person educated to the highest standard and therefore, one hopes, a high tax payer – Fail this child and the outcome will be more expensive in the long run.

This is a marvellous opportunity to really make things better for a significant minority.
Just as the Paralympics changed perceptions around disability I hope that you and your bill can produce a sea change in the climate of SEN. If you would like to see how well this can all work I would like to invite you to come and meet Hester and her fantastic team of assistants, specialist teachers, SENco and truly supportive school of teachers and children. We have all worked together to achieve a situation which could happily be used as a best practice model.
Yours
Sarah Lowden Poole
Ps. It was lovely to see you again Ed – Congrats on being a Minister and everything! If you do make it to Bath - Lucy and I can promise to feed you lots of cake (BATH WI style!)

Marriage is for life, not for lunch

Extract from Diamonds and Daisychains a new parenting magazine to appeal to the many sides of our lives.

Wife columnist: Sarah Lowden Poole (That’s Me!)

As a sharp witted lady – Maryon Pearson – once remarked – Marriage is “for better or worse but NOT for lunch!” She was speaking of her husband’s retirement (from being Prime Minister of Canada in 1967) but, due to the changes of working practice in today’s world of high speed internet links and reliable mobile connections, more and more women are finding that, where their partners used to be away all day at the office, now they are ensconced at home well before retirement is even a dot on the horizon.

Working from home is now common practice but how it fits into family life and marital harmony is a knotty question. The home is no longer the realm of the housewife: she is probably busily working away on her laptop whilst juggling the domestic chores and child care with her other hand; but now a new figure hovers into view – it is Man, also armed with a laptop, and heading for the spare room!

Marriage is all about change. Life changes with persistent regularity and so we learn to roll with the punches – or caresses – that come our way and any long term partnership must do the same. A marriage must evolve with the events of life or be left dead in the water.

So having survived our share of little challenges: having children, death of a parent, moving house (and total relocation), not to mention the financial upheaval of starting out in a new career, I felt that my husband and I had tested and storm-proofed our relationship as much as could be expected. Nothing, however, had prepared me for the rigors of ‘working from home’ particularly as we were also ‘working together’.

Now self-employed, my darling spouse no longer kept the regular hours of the commuting worker. Gone was the regular routine of leaving early in the morning and arriving back, late in the evening, with tales of office chat and the world outside. He settled quickly into his new life gleefully lazing in bed on days with no meetings and hopefully suggesting that I join him after the school run, Grrrrr!

I, on the other hand, adjusted less well. Having been managing the office at home happily for some time I found that, suddenly, I had to share. This was not pleasing. Worse still was the lack of silence.

The Partners’ Desk – surely the ideal place for a husband and wife to work from home together??? But you might be surprised how often they come up in divorce settlement sales…

The days became peppered with demands: Could I just…? Where is the…? Why won’t this work…? And the greatest irritation of all – What’s for Lunch?

The lines between Office and Home became blurred and we found that work crept in everywhere – dealing with the accountants whilst counting fish fingers, hushing the children whilst complex conference calls took place and important papers left, scattered, over the kitchen table were all very trying. But it was the constant barrage of demands from my ‘colleague’ that took the greatest toll. Nowhere was safe. No other colleague taps on the shower door to ask where the report on such and such is! No other colleague comes into the lavatory to chat through his thoughts on a recent case.

So what to do? Being female – I went for a coffee strategy meeting with a friend (carefully chosen as she too works from home with her husband). After having a very therapeutic rant (particularly referencing that bizarre male need for Lunch!) we got down to brass tacks, “How do you do it?” I wailed beseechingly asked interestedly.

The Answer: separate offices. Oh and rules about nakedness! (Working while naked, we agreed, ought to command a higher price).

So having put these strategies in place our working and living partnership found its own state of equilibrium again. After the initial irritations we found a balance in our daily routine and life settled down. I even found that there were benefits to a husband who is available for lunch.

Now the children are at school we can choose to escape for a little cheeky restaurant date mid-week and it does have the added benefit of feeling rather sybaritic and naughty. After all the beneficial effects of naughtiness within marriage should not be underestimated!

For more ideas on married couples working together, I like Ask April or Women’s Health Mag

Do hop over to Daimonds and Daisychains for more fabulous features on the different aspects of womanhood

A Moral Tale @Mumsnet BlogFest

Once upon a time there was a delightful Land of Goodness and Kindness (where in only the occasional snarky remark was heard). All was very equal in this happy land of friendliness – the people of this land each had their own castle and would drop in on each other to admire the décor regularly. It came to pass that the Queen (and Queen) of the Land had a child – a lovely happy child – as Intelligent and Witty as the day is long. As the child grew, it became clear that, all the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Land should come together to give their gifts to this Fabulous and Welcoming baby.

And so a party was planned to which everyone was invited – Not forgetting the Fairy Godmothers.

The first Fairy Godmother lent charmingly over the cradle and bequeathed a Powerful Voice. The second gave Intelligence and Candour; the third mixed in a spot of Circumspection with a little Technical Ability and the forth championed both Beauty and Conscience. While the fifth and sixth were debating the rival merits of Self Reliance versus Willingness-to-be-Helped the seventh popped in with Culinary Skill (and Lunch).

It was after the midday feast that, in true fairytale style, the Bad Fairy made her appearance. Dressed all in black and with the haughtiest of frozen faces she swept up to the cradle and addressed the infant, “You will be as miserable and lonely as me, your relationships you shall destroy and you will sell your soul for the price of a story: the end will come when you fall into a never-ending pit of despair and disappear into the mists of time without ever making more than a nasty stain on the world”. Gloom descended – some brave fairies attempted to negate the force of this evil spell by cheerful wand-waving and suggesting that perhaps being Careful and Kind would safeguard the princess from this awful fate.

Just in the nick of time – the modern fairy godmother arrived – in bovver boots and cut-off jean-shorts. She flew in with a roar and a cackle instantly banishing the Bad Fairy back to the writhing mists of Failure from whence she had come. This Fairy brought the Spice of Life. She leant over the Baby and transferred to her: Humour and Feistiness. The Good Fairy’s energy dispelled the black cloud that hung over the Cradle. The mood lifted and the assembled crowd began to believe that ‘Yes’ it was possible to share Joy and Life without falling into the vat of Self-Pity and Misery that had appeared amongst them. They went home praising Humour and Feistiness, Honesty and Kindness. And not to mention Generosity when they opened their Going Home Presents.

And the Moral of The Story – The Bad Fairy is an essential part of the tale – She shows us the danger and the dark side of humanity so that we may know, with total conviction, where the pitfalls lie and so avoid them.

So thanks Mumsnet for the Fest – it was fab. Ps I copied some of your photo’s so hope you don’t mind.

Other Posts you may like:

What to Mumsnet, Lush and Liz Jones have in common

Daily Mail Columists should wear Burkas

Blogfest is a Triumph for Eliza Gray – she was sparklingly visable I thought

Cambridge Mummy defends her Honour and enjoys the ride.

Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb…

As life gets ever more ridiculous due to the multiplying demands of my, now all school age, children I have found a small oasis of peace and haven of help in my whirligig existence.

rhubarb cafe restaurant in bath
I used to feel very smug about the overstuffed schedules of the modern child and think (to myself) ‘I will never timetable my children to the nth degree’ but now look what’s happened – they have timetabled me!

I have joined the ranks of mothers whisking their progeny all over town to Ballet and Riding, Karate and Cricket. I tried very hard to make them all have the same interests and enthusiasms but they are wilfully insisting on being different people.

IMG_0941So this is how I found a little place called Rhubarb at 2 Grove Street, Bath– By day it is a gorgeous grownup café, restaurant and nail bar (Bliss). But, come the afternoon, the ladies who have managed to grab a little ‘me time’ for a mani/pedi and lunch with a friend are replaced by a very different clientele.

The Lovely Rhubarb is doing Kid’s Tea – healthy nursery favourites like lasagna or spag bol with a glass of squash is £4.95 or a toasted sandwich with squash for £3.50

This allowed me to feed the childrenIMG_0937 who had finished Ballet and Cricket whilst waiting for the Karate Kid (I had managed to force sustenance into him whilst the others were dancing/batting). How brilliant! We were then able to head home, homework done, for bath and bed with no washing up to contend with – What a result – Fed Children and a Happy Mummy!

Having been so envious of the luxury daytime schedule at Rhubarb I have promised myself a treat after half term. It will be the very spot from which to orchestrate my Christmas Shopping Mission (Rhubarb even has shopping pegs – for a small donation to Bath’s Women’s Refuge – you can leave your purchases on a numbered hook to free up a hand).

So here’s the plan:

  • Smash and grab raid on Snook’s Golden Cot
  • followed by a little prettification of the toes
  • and then restorative lunch with a chum (probably with a glass of something). Doesn’t it look Yummy!

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No doubt we will ‘rabbit on’ for far too long and have to rush off to collect the kids from school. It is almost equally certain that we will have forgotten a snack for our little cherubs to stem those after school hunger pangs - but even this has been catered for – by the till there is a stash of mini snacks to cover all eventualities. The lovely ladies at Rhubarb have clearly thought this through.

All in all a perfect pleasure.

Lunch with Ottolenghi

 Another delightful Book launch/lunch from Toppings Book Shop.

 Outside a church on a wet day in October I joined a multitude of Bath Ladies hoping to Lunch.  Progressing inside we found it filled with keen disciples of the famous Owner Chef from the Metropolis. Renowned for his use of fresh produce and an outrageous attitude to cooking Yotam Ottolenghi was here to promote his third cookbook Jerusalem with his co author and friend Sami Yamimi.

Balancing a large plate loaded with food that looked like ‘all the colours of Paradise’ and smelled like heaven – not to mention juggling a large glass of wine – I took a pew (literally). The wine balanced on the pew ledge in front was definitely in danger of ending up my lap, like a wayward hymn book, but I was running no risks with the food. The combination of flavours was ambrosial.

The demonstration element of the event (a delightful looking Lamb dish) seemed utterly subsidiary to the wonderful lunch enlivened by entertaining banter and informative discussion from the front. Introducing himself and his friend as a Bad Jew and Bad Muslim standing in a Church Ottolenghi set the tone for a light-hearted but fascinating insight into the aromas, tastes and heritage of Eastern Mediterranean Cuisine

The Food was at the centre of attention at all times but what marked this talk out of the ordinary was the side dish of History, Culture, and Social Comment on this complex region of the Middle East. Ottolenghi claims not to be a political commentator but his food and vision in the kitchen are uniquely part of their place of origin.

In their cookbook these interesting chefs have taken the Jerusalem as their inspiration. Despite not being political creatures they have used the freedom of being in west and specifically the multiculturalism of London to explore the shared influences from their Israeli/Palestinian heritage.  Ottolenghi explained that in Jerusalem there is beginning to be an interaction in food and restaurants in a way that has not happened in the rest of society. Although the cultures co-exist: they share the fruits of the same soil, their ingredients and traditions – so some interaction necessarily develops – this is not acknowledged or celebrated in the situation. Whereas in London and New York he and his Partner Yamimi have been able to focus on emphasising the similarities rather than differences in a way that would be impossible due to the political and religious hot bed that is the backdrop to City of Jerusalem itself.

His lightness of touch and easy-going nature must come from having a blended background. He grew up in America with a Jewish German Mother. Her German love of pork as a base favour combined with the pressure of an emigrant community’s wish to defend its cultural practices led to a special deal with their Manhattan Butcher. He would deal in ‘secret under-the-counter pork’ wrapped so that the neighbourhood would be none the wiser. This meant a childhood of ‘Turkey’ sandwiches unlike any other.

So what did I discover about Ottolenghi’s food – The clarity of flavour and exquisite blend of spices were unparalleled.

My discovery dish: Fatosh was unlike anything I have had before. I had never experienced the delicious salty sourness of Preserved lemons used to such good effect. The Humus was not just a flavour but also a textural sensation – it bore no resemblance to the stuff in pots from the supermarket. (Apparently it should never contain Oil – ‘unless you talk to some Greeks’).

Ottolenghi offers a unique culinary experience: The Flavours of Jerusalem reflected in new recipes. He and Yamimi have combined the know-how of their respective mothers and the best traditional recipes from the region blended in a way that highlights the spirit of the city. The Zing of the preserved Lemons, the heat of the Harisa, and the fluffy perfection of the humus are all a product of the passion with which the cookery and fusion of flavours is marked.

This is the thoughtful food of a pair of intelligent chefs. These chaps take delight in the alchemy of the kitchen. Their insistence on good, fresh ingredients has led to an Online shop in which keen amateurs can source the imported necessities for the authentic taste but even so they are not fanatical about food. As Ottolenghi says ‘It is not a moral issue – be flexible – taste as you go – check the balance of the seasoning and sweetness. You need to know how each dish works not in theory but in practice’

Theirs is a Balanced approach indeed, and they produced simply the most surprising and appetising lunch I’ve had in ages.

The New Feminism

In Easy Living Magazine this month the brilliant Zoe Williams nails it again.

Her article The Make Up Wars – entertained me but also got me furiously to think.

I had recently read – and on the most part enjoyed – Caitlin Moran’s How to Be A Woman but was left with an overriding sense of unease about her Claxon Call for the New Feminism. The notion that – “Do you have a Vagina – Do you want to be in charge of it – then you’re a feminist” does not seem to me to quite cover it. At least not as well as those splendid pants that she was also banging on about would. In fact, if you will allow the extended metaphor – Moran’s brand of Feminism seemed about as secure and all-encompassing as a lacy thong.

Whilst at some points in her funny, sweary rant I did want to stand on the table and shout ‘I am a feminist’ with her, there were some other moments when I thought that perhaps we were not such great ‘table partners’. I can see, at a stretch, that sexual liberation might extend to embracing the porn industry and encouraging it to make ‘good’ porn (although that is only really supportable if we mean words rather than pictures – cue 50 Shades perhaps).

Where Ms Moran and I totally part company is on the subject of Celebrity Culture. She does after all make her living in the world of Celebrity Gossip (Celebrity Watch in The Sunday Times) and has an avowed passion for the likes of Grazia and Closer: she engages with those shiny, bits of cheap filler that lurk near the checkout so that women can ‘treat’ themselves to a dose of envy, snide pseudo-sympathy and generally indulge in the medieval practice of gawping at the pillory. By doing so she becomes a part of the cult of the celebrity.

Moran clearly enjoys the theatre of celebrity whilst at the same time disapproving of the obsession with the look, size and behaviour of other women which takes the form of lauding the unnaturally thin, berating the slightly less skinny than last week, and poking fun at the fashion, hair or makeup choices of those in the public eye. She asks “Is it just the global media acting as a giant bitch?”  Whatever it is, it is definitely not a feminist pastime!

To judge a book by its cover is the most cras of errors but it seems that women must present the correct cover at all times in order not to be judged wanting either in moral, social or intellectual terms. This, in not applying equally to men, is an example of where women come under different pressures both in the work place and in society at large, but Zoe Williams sensibly points out that we are different. We do not just put on make up to look sexy but in order to feel in control, present a professional face, put on our war paint – all sorts of reasons for all sorts of women. To make an effort with appearance is not an undeniable sign of a trivial mind anymore than to leave off the powder and paint is to show that we have lost all control and claim to a respected place in society. It is not the wearing or not wearing of lipstick that is a feminist issue: The issue is how society and the ‘sisterhood’ judges us because of it.

As Williams says “I would fight to the death for Hillary Clinton’s right to go foundation-free, but I would get into a fight just as bad for a woman who wanted to be a philosopher and wear blusher at the same time. The rule is that there is no rule, except for this one: nothing is less feminist than slagging off another person’s eyelashes. I don’t care if they’ve got green diamante on them and they flash.”

Zoe made me laugh and declare (quietly to myself – I was on the train) that I was right behind her in that fight. But then I remembered: Both Zoe Williams and Caitlin Moran are keynote speakers at the Mumsnet BlogFest in November and I’m going too! Are they on the same side or opposing ones?

Well – if there is a fight I know whose side I’m on – the only trouble is that I am a total wuss and I suspect Caitlin Moran fights dirty!

So what do you think? Is Caitlin Moran is on the side of the Angels (albeit with Dirty Faces) or by engaging with the Cult of Celebrity does she court and encourage the ‘Global Bitch’?

My Life in Song

On the Twelfth Day of School Term my family gave to me…. (to the tune of ’12 Days of Christmas)

12 Minutes off!

11 Loads of Washing

10 Broken Pencils

9 School trip letters

8 Muddy trainers

7 Spoons of Calpol

191/365 Pharmaceuticals

6 dirty nappies

FIVE WHINGING KIDS!!!

4 Worming tablets

3 French Homeworks

2 raging colds

 and

A table full of mouths to feed.

I Thank You (falls into vat of wine).

Here are some other Odes to Motherhood that have entertained me.

THE ANGRY SONG (by the fabulous Meg Bignell)

THE MOM SONG (an American Classic)

Wonderfully Ordinary

And so it came to pass – My youngest Daughter (who is registered Blind) will be allowed to learn and grow up in the same school environment as her siblings, she shall know those around her and be able to function, sooner rather than later, with as much independence as can reasonably expected. I have managed to secure for H the promise that she will be allowed to be treated to just the same rough and tumble as her brothers and sister whilst her safety and learning is properly regarded – this is as much as I could ever hope for.

The Local Authority have finally (after a fight that involved a long year of report and letter writing, applications to Judges, lawyers and a threatened tribunal) agreed to support her in the school that the others attend and where she has already been to nursery.  Put simply – thank f*^# for that!

There is an interesting volte face in the world of parenting if you have a child with additional or ‘special’ needs:

When your children are born you tend to regard them as wonderfully special, incredibly interesting, super intelligent and you must continually battle the urge to explain and demonstrate their extraordinary capabilities to anyone who will listen. Those who will listen are, of course, only going to be those who are just waiting for you to finish so they can inform you of the amazing achievement of their own bright particular star.

But when your child has attached to them the label of ‘special’ this parental urge inverts itself totally. Then all you hope, and have to battle for, is for this amazing child to be seen as ordinary. To run and play with their friends, go to school with their siblings, to grow up happy and be just – wonderfully ordinary.

Wonderfully ordinary is the achievement of a lifetime. It makes all the fussing about grade point averages and places on the team seem rather indecent: A useful reminder which when applied to the other less ‘special’ children, serves to point out the brilliance of their wonderful ordinariness too. If we can only maintain it, Wonderfully Ordinary is an accolade of which we should all be proud.

Bath WI – The New Generation

The Ladies of the Bath WI invite you to join them for a lesson in Foraging and Understanding Our Woodland Larder – on Wednesday 3rd October they will be learning which Berries go well with Gin versus those which wouldn’t! All meetings are free for Members or £4 for occasional visitors.

The New Generation BATH WI was set up just over a year ago by a collaboration of Bath Mothers and friends. They have been meeting on the first Wednesday of each month for a myriad of different experiences – Bread Making with M. Bertinet, Gardening with Emma Bond, Hula Hooping, Tai Kwon Do, Olympic Chat with the Lovely Jason Gardenor, Wine Tasting and a fab introduction into the Chaucerian Wife of Bath to name but a few. Also attached to the Bath WI are a Book Group and a Craft Circle. Singing Jerusalem is not required or expected – Jam has happened occassionally (well once!).

Starting at 7.30 for a glass of wine and chat, it is the perfect way to meet new people or catch up with friends away from the school gate.
Special Offer of the month – join in October and get 15 months for the price of 12 (Annual Membership costs £31.50).
If you would like to know more – pop over to the Website http://thebathwi.com/ or like us on Facebook

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