It seems a lifetime since I last put ‘virtual pen to virtual paper’, infact it has been 10 months!! I have to wonder what I have been doing in all that time to stop the thought even entering my head. Having six children soon fills the year with birthdays, play dates and that’s even before you throw in parent’s evenings, assemblies and the two days volunteering at school I do but I don’t work full time so how do working mums manage to fit everything in I have to ask myself?
In October I once again made my application to get on the PGCE to finally start my teacher training. Would this be third time lucky or yet another let down I asked myself as I pressed the send button. A very long 4 weeks later I found out I had got through to the interview stage but then despair hit when I saw on the agenda ‘you will make a 5 minute presentation on …..’. My heart sank after remembering ‘lack of presentation skills’ on my GTP rejection letter. I decided to tackle this head on and roped in all my friends who had offered their skills to help me time and time again, one who gave me resources from our classroom, another a lecturer who would know how I should present myself and helped to make cards to suggest key words to help me remember what I was saying if nerves got the better of me, one who would clarify my content was correct and another who would listen to me time after time as I rehearsed. My most valued assistance came from my 11 year old son who religiously sat and helped me every night rehearse. I was confident by the time came that my presentation was what I wanted to say and I could do it but it still niggled at me deep down that I couldn’t do it and my nerves would beat me. The day came and I set off very early for a long day of tests, interviews and presentations, stopping on the way only to purchase some herbal ‘calms’ drops!!! The day began with the presentation, after I very bravely volunteered to be first (thinking getting it out the way would be good), I shook like a leaf for about a minute but then a sudden rush of confidence overcame me and I finished the talk happily to a round of applause and another candidate saying “that was amazing”. The confidence was oozing as I went on to do maths and literacy tests. Then came the nervous wait for all of us over the dinner hour while we waited for someone to appear with white envelopes. Nervously we opened them to find out if we were staying for interview or not which was based on our results from the tests and presentation. My grin must have reached one side of the room to the other as I opened the envelope to “congratulations ……”, I don’t think I even took in what was on the rest of the note. Yet another wait then for interviews and I was last however this gave some insight into the questions that were being posed which turned out to be the same 6 to everybody, all of which were subjects I was very happy with. After the interview we could leave and I smiled all the way home but tried to not be too confident as I didn’t want my hopes to be dashed once again, now came the long 7-10 day wait. Six days later I received the email I had been longing to receive for so long and I was finally accepted onto teacher training!!!!! This was it, the start of my dream and my future.
The elation lasted a long time and is still there but now come the worries. How will I manage the children, I had considered this before but it all seemed so real now. I seem busy now and time goes nowhere so how will I manage being away every day? Luckily I took the Flexi Route which is 3 days rather than 5 but more at home studying which I have been used to doing on evenings around the children anyway. I was thinking long term though, how do full time working mums do this, both physically and emotionally? I am feeling incredibly guilty at not being there but they are all at school anyway but surely the benefits of being able to afford those extra treats will be good and my own sanity for being ‘me’ again as my own person. So many things to organise and sort before April start.
I think I may need some good tips and advice from those working mothers that I admire so much who manage to juggle the kids, the housework, shopping and the children and still look amazing.