One of the sweetest and loveliest elements of this year at school was the lovely rapport I had with some of my girls in one particular year 6 class. This class were really enthusiastic musically. They worked well in teams, were dedicated to achieving their best in music, practically all could sing in tune, at least half were part of music clubs and they were cohesive as a class. There were a few girls in particular, who were especially loyal. Many was the day where I'd be sitting at my computer at lunchtime when one of them would appear at the door saying, "THERE YOU ARE! Mrs P I've been looking for you everywhere!" On other occasions, I would walk into my room and find one of them standing on the step looking at my book collection in the dark (I have a personal library which certain kids borrow from- I say certain- there were about 30 of them borrowing...). She'd laugh as I jumped! I'd find notes on my desk asking me if I could be their walking partner on a school trip; at the end of my music lessons, they'd stay behind and hang out.
One thing they all loved is my little shelf of cute items. I had cow bells, music box mechanisms, A-Z of music instruments, toilet roll bunny and mostly importantly, Sad Frog.
Sad Frog was a birthday present from my friend Lara last year. Lara sells her crochet toys on Etsy and in order to be compliant with safety, legally, for selling to children, you need to do certain tests on certain products. This is called CE testing and you can read about it here. The main two tests are hanging weights, up to 10kg on eyes to ensure a child could not bite them off and setting fire to the wool. Lara posted Sad Frog on Insta after she'd tested him. I asked what would happen to him and she said, she couldn't sell him. I said I'd give him a home and he came to be on my Birthday with a bow round his neck. Her retail models have happy faces but Sad Frog, the first of his kind, has a sad face because of his mistreatment.
When I decided to take him to school to keep there, as I had my music room back, often children would pick him up and ask why he was sad. I would always explain about CE testing to them. They've all met Lara, as she came to school to play the piano for us last year, so they all liked the link.
When we started going on trips with choir/drumming, the girls asked if they could bring him on the trip and he could be our choir mascot. I thought this was sweet so I agreed and subsequently, he's been on every trip, watched every concert and performance. Three children in particular, always pick him up every time they are in the music room.
Around about 12 weeks ago, when I decided to retake the Drumming Club photo, I noticed a photo bomb....

As we've got nearer to the end of term, my girls kept fretting about leaving and not wanting to go.
In their DT lessons, they were asked to design and make an embroidery which would be an important memory of their time in school.
I delightedly found out, that Sad Frog made it into TWO embroideries:


How sweet are their write ups!!!
The next adorable thing was that one of them decided to write Sad Frog's story! I unfolded her book (I haven't copied the front cover as it has her name on it but it's very cute:



One point, I should mention is that the 7 girls who spent a lot of time with me, had been extremely helpful and loyal. 2 of them were orchestra managers- they organised the orchestra set up, chased missing children, took the register, filed the music, gave out music to those who had forgotten, kept me up to date on what needed more photocopying. In addition, they all, on quite a few occasions, helped me tidy and move things and also acted as TAs in my Year 1 and 2 music lessons during their lunch breaks on many occasions (one of them, the one who wrote the story book, stayed all afternoon with me last week to teach the same lesson 3 times. She genuinely acted as a teacher, giving feedback, explaining and the suchlike.) At this point, I knew that I had to give them something special as a thank you.
I contacted Lara and asked her if I could commission her to make me 7 miniature Sad Frogs. She was delighted to, having been kept abreast of Sad Frog's popularity.
Last Sunday, we met for lunch and I met Sad Frog's children:
Behold, the line of Misery!
I decided, as a tribute to N____, to write a story to accompany Sad Frog's children.
I printed it onto paper and folded it with a front cover and back cover featuring Sad Frog and then his children:
Sad Frog had had a hard start in life, in fact, some might say his early existence was veiled in trauma. This was due to his mistreatment for the cause of ensuring his progeny were safe for young children to handle. His luck changed, as chronicled in the book by esteemed author, N___ R_____, when he received a new and safer home in the hands of a music teacher, Mrs P_____. He observed day after day, week after week of music lessons with the children of ____ school and slowly his fear and post-traumatic stress subsided. It was, however, thanks to the tender care and friendship of some particular children, that he experienced the true joy of life and the euphoria of friendship. Some particular young girls seemed to spend more time than others in that room of sound and music and spent their time cheering up their teacher and helping younger children in their lessons. The tall and gentle T___; the generous and kindhearted T____ with the infectious laughter; the witty and efficient (but tiny!) I____, the loyal and dedicated S_____. But most of all, his bestest of friends were those who showered him with love and attention and encouraged him to see the world, to travel on trains to world famous orchestras, to party to samba music, to watch shows about sailors, ships and treasure, to take part in concerts and his rescuers from kidnap. They were the cheeky, charming and utterly hilarious D_____, the astute and bright-eyed A_____ and the gentle and imaginative N____. Sad Frog knew his days of friendship were drawing to a close as his closest confidants moved onto pastures new and great adventures. His heart grew full as he reflected on his halcyon days and his eyes gleamed with tears at the thought of their loss. And his heart overflowed with droplets of joy and those tiny droplets of joyous memories became something wondrous. For from those crystal droplets, grew several tiny new froglets. They bloomed and blossomed and became Sad Frog's children. Sad Frog's heart swelled with joy for he knew that part of his heart would travel with his friends and accompany them forever and show his gratitude for their help in bringing him happiness. He bade them farewell and told them to seek new adventures and to always protect their new owners and ensure that they always sang from their hearts and found the joy in life even when times were hard. Sad Frog and his children may have sad faces but their hearts are glad
I've been gleefully waiting for moment when I could give them.
On the last day, I called my girls to come to my room, sat them in a line and asked them to shut their eyes. I laid out a frog and book in front of each of them.
When they opened their eyes, they SCREAMED!!!! The comments of joy and glee were a delight to behold (I recorded them!) and when they sat and read the story and realised it was about them, their faces were utter joy!
They then decided to line up the frogs and sit them with Sad Frog. We then had a selfie with all the frogs!
One more lovely element was the two gifts I got from two of Sad Frog's biggest fans:
One of them got me an apple to be Sad Frog's friend and the other, got her mum to make me a crocheted duck to accompany Sad Frog.
The children, plus many more, spent their playtime AND part of their lunch in my room improvising music as I attempted to tidy up and there were many tears.
I don't think I've ever had such a group before and I will sorely miss them. But, we will ever forget each other because of Sad Frog.
xx