Hello everyone, it’s Mrs Cunnningham here again.
It’s Friday! Where are the weeks going? Before you know it we will all be back at school and getting back to normal. I hope you all had a nice Thursday.
Today’s letter is for you all, but it also for your mams and dads too. I also miss them. I enjoy being on the steps at 3.30pm and having a chat with them. I also love how some of them groan on a Friday parent assembly when I say that old joke when I give you the next two days off. I also miss the busy reception area on a morning when it’s all about parent pay, dinners, lost coats and late arrivals. You have all been together for a long time in your houses with all of the same people and I am pretty sure it has been the same in your houses as it has been in mine. A few cross words and short tempers. Miss Beattie told me that her and her sister had an argument about Harry Potter. My two grown up girls had a big argument about the smell of butter. Can you imagine that? I had to get a little bit cross. They both realised that was such a silly argument and made up and became friends again.
Today I re-read a book. It’s the only book ever that I often re-read. Mrs Ogden bought it for me as a birthday present. I have even bought copies for my two girls.
It’s called ‘The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse’ by Charlie Mackesy. It is all about the friendship and the conversations between the four characters. I will share a tiny bit of each conversation and hope that it makes sense for you. I know it will for your mams and dads.
Mole: “Most of the old moles I know wish they had listened less to their fears and more to their dreams”
Boy: ” Sometimes I feel lost.” ” Me too,” said the mole, “but we love you, and love brings you home.”
Horse. (He’s big and strong): “What is the bravest thing you’ve ever said?” asked the boy. “Help,” said the horse. “When have you been at your strongest?” asked the boy. “When I have dared to show my weakness. Asking for help isn’t giving up,” said the horse. “It’s refusing to give up…sometimes just getting up and carrying on is brave and magnificent.”
Boy: “The fox never really speaks,” whispered the boy. “No. And it’s lovely he is with us.” said the horse.
The horse ends with saying, ” Always remember you matter, you’re important and you are loved and you bring to this world things that no one else can.”
Now you all know, at the end of any story in assembly, I ask you what you think the meaning was. Well this one is all about appreciating the people you love the most and seeing them for why you love them.
Have a fab Friday and wonderful weekend. Give hugs and kisses to those in your house.
Mrs Cunningham
