It was dc1's year 11 prom last week. Really amazing evening. I took so many photos, may have welled up a bit. Loads of other parents there to see the year 11's arrive plus quite a few grandparents, siblings etc. DS just had me as DH didn't want to go so he ended up looking after the younger dc at home.
DC4 had his school concert also last week. PIL were at our house visiting. I ask if they want to come but they both shudder and say they would rather chop their own arms off. Fine, it's not for everyone. DH and I go and I love it, dh not so much but dc4 is so happy to see us both.
Next week is dc2's end of year 9 celebration at school. Normally at the end of the year it's just the children getting special awards who go but for year 9 they all go and get a certificate for "graduating key stage 3". Dc1 didn't get one due to covid and dc2 is really excited about being the first of his siblings to do something for a change. DC2 excitedly told PIL about it and they did eye rolls and little comments about having "seen it all now" and "didn't bother with that in my day". I'm really looking forward to it and I'm so proud of dc2.
It makes me wonder if I'm really weird for loving this kind of thing? For context my dc all have SN and DC2 attempted suicide last year so I'm very appreciative of the things that a lot of parents might take for granted. I know it sounds dramatic but we are very lucky that dc2 is here to finish year 9.