Daisy goes to our local Primary School in the village. It’s teeny tiny, with just 35 kids there, but they are the most delightful group of children I’ve ever come across. Because the classes are so small they all play together – the Kinders with the year 5 kids, all included, all together. Some are from families that have done the same as us and moved down here from Sydney, and some are ‘proper’ locals with Dairy farms. At Assembly each morning they all line up and sing the National Anthem. Every day. Both verses. At the moment they have the chance for one child from K-2 and then one from 3-6 sing the opening two lines of each verse. Solo. Could you think of anything more terrifying? They are so eager to have a chance – desperate to have a turn. The little trembling solo voice brings tears to my eyes each time I hear it but the beaming smile afterwards fills your soul up with happiness. Imagine feeling safe and secure and confident of non judgement from your peers? Imagine just wanting to have a go? What a wonderful thing!
This is her playground. Grass. Rolling hills. Veggie patches. A playground. I’m not even trying to make it sound more romantic than it really is. It’s that good.
And at the moment they have two visitors here from one of the kid’s farms – two little calves. One 1 month old, the other just 2 weeks.
Each day two kids have to feed them in the morning and afternoon and today it was Daisy’s turn.
The fact that she is getting this as part of her education makes me giddy. Sure the move down here to an amazing house that we could never afford otherwise, or have a garden, or have as much precious time together as a family are wonderful…but the fact that we have given our kids this as their childhood only reaffirms that this is the best thing we ever did.