When you’re in a serious relationship/married etc one of the big decisions for a lot of people  is whether to have a baby. As you know, I’ve made that decision 3 times now and just for clarification as my baby is about to turn 1, the age where people ask the question of will I have any more? Nope – we’re totally, 100% done.

Once you make the decision of having a baby and if you’re lucky enough to get one, or more there are a whole host of smaller decisions to be made; how and what to feed them, when to call the doctor, whose advice to take, etc.

So far the only big decisions I’ve had to make for them, and 2 of them at that, have been which primary school to send them to and arrangements around how much time they spend with me and how much time they spend with their dad.

This month I’m having to make what feels like the biggest decision so far and it’s which secondary school do we choose for my eldest son. I never thought it would be that big a deal to be honest. When I chose their primary school there were only a few criteria:

  1. Do I like it?
  2. Do they have friends who go there?
  3. Is it walking distance?
  4. Does it have good reviews/feedback/Ofsted rating?

Senior school feels a whole kettle of fish (does anyone still use that expression?) I think it’s because my son is so much older this time round, he’s already experienced school so has some level of expectation and, as with all parents, I want him to do well and I also want him to be happy. This time round there’s definitely more to consider:

  1. Where will he be happy?
  2. How big is it?
  3. Is it co-ed or single sex?
  4. What are the league table results & Ofsted rating?
  5. Are any of his friends going to go there?
  6. Is it a church school or non-denominational?
  7. The list goes on……

In a bid to try to make this decision I have polled everyone. Literally. No-one escapes my relentless chattering of where will my eldest son succeed and be happy? I’m usually a good decision maker. A quick thinker, I make decisions on the fly and usually don’t regret them. Having discussed the ‘where to send my son to school’ issue with everyone from friends with similar aged children, the Head teacher of the boys’ school and the lady behind the counter at the post office (sorry Mrs Patel, I’m sure you had more scintillating conversations that day) I think I know the choices we’re going to list but actually going on the schools admissions website and logging them feels a whole other level of responsibility.

I know I’ve got to do it. The decisions have been made (I think) and I desperately don’t want to do a Mother Pukka who left it too long to register and ended up having to home school her young child for a year. Six months of Home Schooling during Lockdown has taught me that I definitely don’t have what it takes to be a teacher. Wish me luck people, my son’s fate will be emailed to us on the 2nd March next year.