All the words
I am writing this with sleepy eyes in the morning after my eldest’s graduation and two hours before heading into the west of Ireland for my first ever writing retreat, hosted by award-winning author
.I heard so many words last night, beautiful words of deep-felt gratitude and laugh-out-loud humour and love, yes, love, spoken by teachers and parents alike and, most importantly, by students, and my heart swelled and soared as the music played – live of course, with my son on the bass guitar. The future is lucky to have you, the principal said to the 2025 class assembled in front of him. Indeed.
At the end of the day, this is what they will remember of their spell in this one-of-a-kind school (a student’s words, not mine): how they were made to feel, in a school community that values and nurtures above all else relationships and a sense of belonging that will set them flying.
This is a long-winded way of saying that on Wednesday night, I got to witness a similar sense of bel…