And, now what? Learning

Favourite school report….Top of the class exam, with a C and D!!

I picked this topic today because I am curious what life and learning had to do with me and whether I could have helped my girls more during difficult times for them.

I have said that I lived with mum and dad until I was 10-11 yrs old. My Dad left and so started a series of events that culminated in me leaving school with a handful of ‘O’ levels. When you consider 8-9 of my school cohort went to Oxbridge, you can imagine a handful of ‘O’ levels was not much to fall back on. But comparing my last year of school to the previous 4 is not fair.

For me, the path to learning was interrupted by events that I let take over me, for a period of time just long enough to create a ‘pause’ that extended into something else. I left school, instead of working harder. I got a job and some money, then felt I didn’t need to go to college for ‘A’ levels. I was on my way already. Then my beloved Gran died, then I had an accident that hurt my back (future blogs around these two events). While in hospital and then recuperating, before going on a rather bizarre bicycle tour of South West Ireland…I ruminated. I asked Now What?

So I applied to universities (with 7 ‘O’ levels). But miracle of miracles, I got offered a place on what was then called Extended Science course. A 1 year program designed to bring mature students (I was 21), into University via a pretty intense science course. I passed, went straight into a Chemistry Degree program, got 1st Class Honours and then completed a PhD. There is, in here, a story all on its own. So, why did I not go straight through from ‘O’ levels to PhD?

I think it was because I didn’t think I could do it when I was 16. I had been literally dragged from a school in Cornwall back to Nottingham. I loved that school In Cornwall. I may not have done much better, but I would have been happier, made better choices (maybe), but mostly happier. Who can study when they are sad?

The point is, I didn’t reckon for the impact of divorce on my two daughters. I didn’t estimate that they would have a sadness that overtook their learning. This came when my ex-wife and I separated. Before that they were flying, and after that……

So, now what do I focus on? Happiness. Now when I talk to my girls about how school or college is going, I don’t deal in ultimatums or ‘You have to do it” kind of stuff. They’re not listening to that. I talk about their dreams, their hopes and expectations for their young selves. I then ask them how it looks to get there. I had a lovely chat with my middle daughter about English and Maths…she hates both. But at some point she realised that whatever college she goes to she will need her Maths and English GCSE as well as the ones she enjoys a little more. So we’re focussing on passing, not excelling or some other thing. She’d rather excel in what she enjoys. So, I’m going with that. Let’s get you past the point you don’t like, but need.

When she is in her catering course, or restaurant apprenticeship and learning to be a chef, well that’s her world. The only job I have in her learning path now is to be there when she calls to talk, to help her with the assignments. To hug her (COVID-allowing) when she passes and goes on to doing what she really wants to do.

And, now what? Relating

Taken somewhere in Germany…..

Relating….

Did I mention I have a new baby daughter? I’ll mention no names, but she is something else completely. Now I have a whole new question to ponder.

How will I ever relate to a child 51 yrs younger than me? She is not my grand-child (thankful). She is my daughter and she will and should expect the same as the two older sisters have had. So, when she is 4-5 I should be helping her in the waves at the beach, or when she is 10 I should be going tree-surfing with her….right?

Let’s see. But that isn’t about relating, that is playing. I recently decided to join snapchat. I did this to message my teenage daughters….one of them responded a little bit for around a week. Then stopped. The other never accepted my friend message…

The first said she now uses Tiktok and the other said “lets stick to SMS dad”. I’m OK with how it is. Both back to texting with me. The other ‘unspoken’ message they sent me was to not try so hard. we are fine with what you know as well.

I guess what is hard for us ‘oldies’ us being able to manage what the teenagers tell us without saying something like “you didn’t invent love” or “you didn’t invent a little law-breaking”etc etc. They don’t want to hear that. What I have found they do want to hear is what I did as a teenager. Not that I did the same as them. They seem to want to hear that I had a life, not just claim I did. For this reason I need to get into doing something I have put off too long.

I need to reconnect with my first friends. The ones I grew up with. The ones that know me. They can help me Maybe relating to my kids is not about being young myself, but opening up about what being young looked like to me. They can make their own minds up if it is something they relate to.

And, now what? Sunset

Somewhere in North Cornwall….

What next?

So, I already posted something called beginnings. Actually, this was the beginning, but I am so useless at getting started on WordPress website that I posted the template instead of my first story, then I deleted the first story accidentally while posting Beginnings. I’m basically 10 thumbs today.

Why I started a blog is for my own purposes. It’s less ‘grand’ than writing a book. Plus, I wanted to use technology to help me do some exploring. Why? Because I am curious as to how much can be crammed into a life that was only ever supposed to be normal. I grew up with my parents until I was 10-11, they divorced. I drifted until University, educated myself, got married, bought a house, had children, lived overseas for a few years, came back, bought another house, got divorced, lost the house but kept the pension. Met my love and had another child (At 51).

Now I ask myself what’s going on, because it appears my life is saying “Now Repeat”, just without the divorce!

I’ve made decisions, tried to have no regrets. The arc of my life has brought me to where I am and I am still happy, have three lovely daughters and a smart, beautiful partner. So, why is it that at 51 I feel finally wise enough to actually make the decisions my teenage self was required to do without wisdom or guidance? This I want to explore. This I also want to be visible enough for my girls to maybe use one day.

And, now what? Beginnings

Nottingham Council House (Wikipedia)

Beginnings

Nottingham. My birthplace. It always makes my partner laugh that my birth certificate reads, Caravan 3……The rest of the address is irrelevant. In Germany they use a word ‘Niveau’. I’m reliably informed my starting niveau is a little low….

I can live with that. I can’t remember the first 5-6 years anyway. I looked it up. While many people claim to have childhood memories going back to 1-2 yrs of age, most research state 3-3.5 yrs is more normal. I can hardly remember anything before living in Calverton Road.

My mum and dad had a semi-detached house, that sat maybe 3-4 metres above the road and had a decent sized garden, with a pond. I guess I was maybe 2 years old when we moved in, because there is a photo of me and my mum in the back garden. I know that in this house we got our dog “Comfy” a West Highland White Terrier, real name Southern Comfort! I know and remember my father had at least two fish tanks…big ones. He had piranhas in one and in the other bigger tank, he had much bigger fish. I would need to ask him the species he had for the other. I just remember they were easier to put your hand in the tank!

I also remember there was a playing field opposite. As I look at Google maps now it is impossible to tell if you didn’t live there in the 70’s. All built up. Why this matters in terms of memories is that my new child will seemingly never have any problems plotting the journey she has taken. I think in her first 7 months there are more photos of her and where she lives, than were ever taken of me in the first 30yrs.

So, to the point of the title. I need to look to the people that were there to plot my beginnings. No videos, no journal, no facebook posts. Actual memories from people 70+ yrs old. I want to know this stuff now. I want to tell my children.