It’s your first day of school.
Daddy wake up early to showered while Mummy is too tired and overslept.
Around 7.30, mummy finally wake up and prepared herself quickly, and carry you to change your diaper and prepare you for school. You wake up feeling grouchy and whined a bit. Took a bit more time than usual to get you out from house. Maybe it’s your baby instinct that you will be going to school, full day probably?
Mummy forgotten your water bottle and Daddy went home to get for you since only one parent is allowed to accompany you. Mummy is a bit ahem… to learn that your teachers are 2 Filipinos and 1 Chinese… hmmm…. seem like globalisation is something we cannot avoid, and seeing Singaporean is like visiting tourist attraction… can’t see them everywhere anymore.
Your teacher is surprised at our intention to leave you with them full day, or at least till 5pm, on your first day of school. She told for first 3 days of school, parents will only leave their kids for half day in school.
Anyway, you are more sticky to Mummy than usual, looking towards Mummy’s direction every now and then. But Mummy knows you, and keep encouraged you to join the others, trying to reduce interaction in class as much as possible. It’s not cruel, it’s just part of life, when you need to learn that one day, no family members who loves you a lot can stay by your side. By then, you need to be independent and happy, and prove to all those around you that you are a survivor and can survive through all situation (ok, I sound to exaggerated here). After an hour or so, your English teacher saw that you started to warm up and just “make yourself at home” – not shy from touching everything you can get your hands on and just walk around your classmates as if they are transparent =.=”, I asked if I should say good bye to you before I ninja myself out for breakfast but she say I should just ninja without alerting you… Strange, this is not what I read from other articles previously, I was told that we should say bye bye to you “officially” so you will learn that when it’s time for Daddy and Mummy to leave, it’s time; else you might feel upset and abandoned. Regardless, out of respect to you teacher, I think we should try to be accommodating to her teaching style, so off we ninja away soon…
For once in our marriage life with you in our neighbourhood, Daddy and Mummy got “me-time” to settle our errand, for almost 2 hours. We brought some bread preparing to hang around the school to spy on you but you spotted me thanks to my poor ninja skill. You shouted “Mama! Oh-oh! Mama!” and start to walk around while others are having their nap. Daddy finally decided that we shall not leave you there “since you are not sleeping” (Mummy strongly believed it’s just Daddy too attached to you and can’t bear to leave you at school for too long). Before we brought you home, we have a short chat with your teachers (opps, we can’t remember their name as it’s too unique and we are textual person who remember better if it’s written for us). Your English teacher sound joyful to share with us about you that you did not cry (we are so proud of you for that!!), and your funny attempt to eat fruits with your bare hand. We were told you attempted to feed yourself during lunch after your teacher tried few times with you, and that you want to eat water melon but don’t want to dirty your hand =.=”.
Mummy is a bit ahem again to see your dirty dress but guess it’s all part of learning and growing up.
Back to home, you keep asking for milk, guessed you are used to your buffet while under care by Granny and you can’t have equivalent amount of food here so you are hungry. During dinner time, you refused to let me feed you, insisting of holding the spoon yourself and feed yourself. I was both happy and ahem… glad that you can finally learn how to eat, but is not welcomingly prepared to clean up the mess you will be creating soon.
Guess first day of school affect you quite a lot, hope you can cope and adapt the new environment soon.
Love you with xoxo