Being from a Military family Remembrance Sunday has always been a big day for us and when I went to Boarding School I took part in a Parade every year. Over the past few years we have observed the two minutes silence and watched parades on the television as I didn’t quite fancy trying to shush two toddlers for two minutes when I am supposed to be paying my respects! This year however Spud was asked to represent HMS Heroes Pre-Schools and lay a wreath on the War Memorial at the town’s Remembrance Parade.
Last Wednesday I was called into the “office” at pre-school for a word which made me feel like something was terribly wrong and reverted me back 15 odd years to when I was at school dreading whatever trouble I was in now. His key worker said he had been chosen and would I mind if he did it. I was a bit overwhelmed. My little Spud was being given a huge opportunity and I was so proud!
We told him that he had a very very special poppy job to do and luckily he was keen. We met up with the coordinator from his pre-school and a little boy from another HMS Heroes Pre-School who would be going up with Spud to lay the wreath. I then had to leave Spud (who I gave strict instructions to be good!) and head up to the Hoe for the parade. It was a lovely service and Spike was fascinated by all the people marching past him and kept trying to see where the big cymbal crashes were coming from. He was a huge fidget bum though and was in and out of the pushchair, in and out of my arms, on and off the railings, jumping, laughing and generally being a monkey. He was quiet at the important bits but mainly because I was holding him and he was poking my eyes, ears, nose, mouth and pulling my jumper over my head!
Spud was AMAZING. He was unbelievably well behaved (I don’t know why I’m surprised!) His pre-school coordinator said that he was following the words in the order of service, remained silent for the two minute silence and only did a tiny bit of humming when the bugles played the Last Post – I expected him to go bananas at the Bugles because my Dad has one and it has him in fits of hysterics every time it’s blown! I was very proud of him, he is only 3 and doesn’t understand the importance behind Remembrance Sunday and even though he is noticing people wearing poppies and was interested in all of the names on the war memorial I do not think he is old enough to be taught about war when we haven’t even had to discuss death yet. We had massive high fives when I went to collect him and he was pretty chuffed with himself. He took me back up to the memorial to show me his wreath and hopefully over the next few days some of the photographers will have pictures of him actually laying it as I was too far away to see let alone get a photo!
As somebody that does understand the importance of Remembrance Day I will end this post with:
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them”