Her 1st Day At School

We are finally here, where she can go to school. More than us, she is excited that she can go back to school. That's the place where she is more herself than at home. Since the age of 2.5, she has been attending school, and I have to accept that she has a special connection with the school where she feels her best. Starting school is exciting. Starting a new school is more exciting. But starting a new school in a new country with a multicultural and diversified crowd is nerve-wracking. She must make new friends, adjust to new routines, and see new teachers. Let me take you through her first day of school and share some insights on how exciting the day and the few days prior were.

Preparation

Here, the bags are enormous compared to the bags kindergarten kids take to school. I always wonder why? There is a notion that developed countries like Canada have little pressure at school. Now I know the answer. So the bag contains two tiffin boxes, one water bottle, extra clothes and shoes. NOTHING RELATED TO STUDIES. Can you believe that??? We will anyway come to know soon whether that's a good or bad thing in the next couple of months. 😉😉😉😉😉

So we got everything that we needed. I put numbers in the boxes so that she would not get confused about which one to eat 1st. Apparently, they have a more extended breakfast break and a shorter lunch break, and it is expected that the lunch box should only have some snacks and not heavy lunch as kids are supposed to play post lunch. That is a good concept, indeed. She has snow boots for outside and casual shoes with velcro for wearing inside class. Ten days of preparation for making her independent has ended, and it's the battlefield. 🙅She is on her own now for most of the time of the day. Our preparation is done, though.

Anxiety

This is a serious thing to deal with. When she was at home, I was worried that maybe she was losing out on her days outside, and now that she is about to go to school, I am afraid of why so soon. It's not the thought of sending her to the care of strangers that makes me anxious because she has been there already, but she has to do everything on her own and all at once, which makes me worried. It is too much for her based on the school atmosphere she has experienced already. Children are more resilient and capable of adapting to new situations with support and guidance. But there are 100s of questions that run through my mind, which I can not stop. Let's read those questions out loud, and maybe we will have the answers.

Questions in my mind

Can she get on the bus by herself??

Can she get off the bus by herself??

Can she remove her jacket?

Can she wear school shoes?

Will she make friends??

Will she listen to her teacher?

Will she talk to others?

Will she go to the toilet or control her susu?

Will the teacher scold her, and will she cry?

Will she miss home?

Can she take care of herself?

Will she keep her cap and mittens in the bag on the bus?

What if she loses her cap while returning?

How will she know it's her bus stop?

What if she gets down from the bus somewhere else?

Did you read the questions??? My brain is pondering many more of these.

I am so anxious and nervous that the questions do not stop in my mind. And even though she won't be there all day at home, I am sure I can't do anything at home.

The Day

It was the day, and we dropped her to school. Like always, she had a big smile on her face. She is sitting in the car, and god knows what she thinks all the time. Maybe about the same that I am thinking. She is happy seeing the kids and the school ground. With a happy face, she waved us goodbye and went inside. I returned home with so many questions and worries, waiting to see her face at 3:40 PM.

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