|Elodie (left) and two school friends.|
Elodie starts her GCSEs today. I remember how in the weeks before my O Grade exams (the Scottish equivalent of O Levels) I'd started grinding my teeth at night - something I still do when I'm stressed. Elodie however is a picure of calm. She said she felt nervous, and she had a squirt of Rescue Remedy before she left the house but she's revised hard and I'm sure the confidence of knowing that will help her through.
After her exams she's decided not to stay on at the school we chose for her, but go to a local Sixth Form College to do her A Levels. It's got a great reputation but I can't claim that her decision (based on good, sound reasons) has not made me anxious. She's winging a path away from me, from us, and this is the first time where I'm having to bite back the urge to keep her in the place in know is "safe" and trust that she knows what she's doing.
I'd probably be afraid even without what's happened to our family. I'll never know that for sure, but I'm fighting the need to keep her little and close to me, where I have a better chance of keeping her safe.
Good luck my darling, I'm so proud of you.