The home and away lines are pretty blurred these days. It all feels like home, so that is good.
This week, I have spent even more time than usual on the phone, or facebooking, or e-mailing, or whats apping….with daughter Jess.
|Jess, last summer, when she was here, "at home" in Caunes|
On Monday this week she was observed teaching , then she had to complete a written task based on the teaching she had just undertaken, and then on Tuesday she was interviewed for a reception teacher post at a very exciting and successful multi-cultural school in Liverpool.
On Tuesday at 2.30pm UK time, 3.30 here in Caunes, my mobile rang, and I saw it was her. I answered…..and her voice just said “ I got it…..I got it “.
To me , she sounded like my little 5 year old who had maybe just found an ice cream. How could this be ? Our little girl……a proper teacher. Obviously, she is delighted, and Mark and I are so so proud.
I never took Mark’s name when we married, and Jess has my family name, so, the Miss Whelan, history teacher, that I was, all those years ago,…..has now been replaced with Miss Whelan, fabulous, gorgeous, talented, enthusiastic and brilliant reception teacher.
|One of my favourite photos of grown up Jess...|
Jess still has her final teaching practice to finish, but now she ( and I ) can relax, knowing she has a job, and it is one that she really wanted. No more scouring the internet for posts within a 45 minute drive of Liverpool, no more forms to fill in and no more application letters to sweat over.The job is for September, so before then she will be able to spend some of her summer out here in France with us. She also decided that to help her celebrate getting the job, she would come out here for 4 days over half term…..so one of the bits of home in England which is so important to me, will be joining us here at home in France next week. Can't wait.
|Jess, the baby, being read to by her big sister Jodie. Where did the years go ?|