Today was little A's first official day of school. She is now a 'student', and will be for the next 13 (or more) years.
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It was tough to get everything organized and ready on time (start time is 7:45 AM--stupidly early). We managed to get her fed, dressed and out the door by 7:30, and were there in a timely manner. I kicked myself realizing that I left her water bottle (labelled and ready to go) on the dining table. Possibly bc I was rushed out the door by someone who doesn't know how 'the first day of school' usually goes (when I left, at 8, the teacher was still waiting for 8 students to show)...
She settled in very easily. We looked at all the different 'stations' that were set up, and she picked sponge-painting. As you can see, she enjoyed herself. After a fruitless hunt for a water-bottle on campus, and seeing our darling settled so nicely, we gave our kisses and head off (I returned to drop off a water-bottle a few minutes later, but left it with Ms. Agnes--the TA).
Then, I went home. All was the same...except, everything had changed. N and S were romping in the garden with Malou. I had breakfast, and then put S for a nap. I got very emotional after I had set her down for a sleep, bc our normal routine would involve me heading downstairs to find A lazily eating her breakfast, watching a show, or playing around in her undies. She was not there...
I clock-watched all day long. At 2:30, I head out to pick her up (dismissal is at 2:55--LONG day!!). I felt a tug in my heart when I heard her call out to me--she was settled on the carpet with her orange bag and lunch-kit, all ready to go.
We went home, and I made her eat all the things she didn't eat during the day: the two cookies (that was in the car), the cucumber sandwich, and the yogurt tube. Then we head out to the uniform shop (sigh! again...and I will have to go back at least once more), where we ran into her teacher (Little A saw her from a distance and then we caught up to say hello).
Trouble came at bed-time. There were tears and screams of "school is not for me!", "can you please cancel school tomorrow?". Repeatedly. After a few minutes of trying to soothe, snuggling and rubbing her back, I finally said we would 'discuss' it in the morning, and she needed to have some rest.
I am hoping that it was just the 'tired' talking. It was painful to hear.
I have ended the day by sending out an SOS email to some of my much OLDER and WISER friends ;-). Tonight was very difficult for me (well--the whole day has been tough), and I just need some support. Hopefully...tomorrow will be easier.
We are moving on Saturday. This is a crazy week to start school (Gems American Academy...what were you THINKING?? And WHY are your days so eff-ing LOOONG???).
It was tough to get everything organized and ready on time (start time is 7:45 AM--stupidly early). We managed to get her fed, dressed and out the door by 7:30, and were there in a timely manner. I kicked myself realizing that I left her water bottle (labelled and ready to go) on the dining table. Possibly bc I was rushed out the door by someone who doesn't know how 'the first day of school' usually goes (when I left, at 8, the teacher was still waiting for 8 students to show)...
She settled in very easily. We looked at all the different 'stations' that were set up, and she picked sponge-painting. As you can see, she enjoyed herself. After a fruitless hunt for a water-bottle on campus, and seeing our darling settled so nicely, we gave our kisses and head off (I returned to drop off a water-bottle a few minutes later, but left it with Ms. Agnes--the TA).
Then, I went home. All was the same...except, everything had changed. N and S were romping in the garden with Malou. I had breakfast, and then put S for a nap. I got very emotional after I had set her down for a sleep, bc our normal routine would involve me heading downstairs to find A lazily eating her breakfast, watching a show, or playing around in her undies. She was not there...
I clock-watched all day long. At 2:30, I head out to pick her up (dismissal is at 2:55--LONG day!!). I felt a tug in my heart when I heard her call out to me--she was settled on the carpet with her orange bag and lunch-kit, all ready to go.
We went home, and I made her eat all the things she didn't eat during the day: the two cookies (that was in the car), the cucumber sandwich, and the yogurt tube. Then we head out to the uniform shop (sigh! again...and I will have to go back at least once more), where we ran into her teacher (Little A saw her from a distance and then we caught up to say hello).
Trouble came at bed-time. There were tears and screams of "school is not for me!", "can you please cancel school tomorrow?". Repeatedly. After a few minutes of trying to soothe, snuggling and rubbing her back, I finally said we would 'discuss' it in the morning, and she needed to have some rest.
I am hoping that it was just the 'tired' talking. It was painful to hear.
I have ended the day by sending out an SOS email to some of my much OLDER and WISER friends ;-). Tonight was very difficult for me (well--the whole day has been tough), and I just need some support. Hopefully...tomorrow will be easier.
We are moving on Saturday. This is a crazy week to start school (Gems American Academy...what were you THINKING?? And WHY are your days so eff-ing LOOONG???).
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