This was the boy who cried and refused to wear his teatowel when he was forced to be a shepherd in the nativity play; the boy who ran away from school; the boy who spent one school year so miserable I was told he needed speech therapy because he never spoke.
Over the fortnight, I’ve watched in delight as he acted a wizard part in a wonderful production, been proud of the kindness and compassion he shows to his class mates, and laughed through a leaving assembly which was a true celebration of the individuals who make up that class.
This is how the end of primary school should look. For every child. Happy, confident and ready for the future.