What can I say the last two months have been crazy- so much has happened but undoubtedly the most memorable has been that my son has started Kindergarten.
His first day at school was on the 1st February 2013 and I shit you not, I did not sleep for three days before hand. I was up and going through every possible scenario that a slightly psychotic and very anxious mother would. What if his teacher is a bitch? What if his classmates are little shits? What if he is not as smart as I thought and falls behind? What if, what if, what the fuck if???? I was doing my head in and my husbands’ head in and my sister’s head in!!! And at one point I realized that my son was being affected by the negativity and anxiety, which he was picking up on.
But regardless how much you stress or how much anxiety you may suffer- time does not standstill and before I knew it, it was the night before. I showered my son and put him to bed. I tucked my daughter and husband into bed and I sat up biting my nails for half the night once again killing myself with the what if! ideas that had plagued my thoughts for the past month.
The time ticked away and it soon hit 7:30am. I reluctantly woke him up and reluctantly dressed him and reluctantly fed him his breakfast. I reluctantly put him in the car and reluctantly drove him to his first day of school. I didn’t want him to go- I wasn’t ready. Why does he have to go school? I started to get angry. This is a true story- I was angry at the system that makes me take my son to school. I was angry at myself for not doing a teaching degree instead- maybe that way I could have considered home schooling options and cut his hair myself.
When we arrived, I took him into the hall, sat with an admin lady who looked through his forms and made sure that everything was done right and then she led us to his classroom. We met his teacher and I led him to his seat. I had been crying and as I was as I looked at him I didn’t see excitement in his eyes I saw fear and I saw a yearning for me to stay with him- or that’s what I thought I saw anyway.
I left and went to my car. He only had a half day and as soon as I left I started to call my husband and my mum and my sister, who had all been with me when I left my son with strangers and walked away. ‘He was unhappy wasn’t he’, I asked my sister. ‘No. He looked fine to me’, she said. What would she know, I thought. I called my mum ‘He looked unhappy didn’t he’. ‘No’, she said. ‘He looked a little nervous but that is expected. He told me he was happy’. What would she know I thought. I called my husband. ‘He looked upset didn’t. His teachers looks like a bitch, doesn’t she? That girl in the table behind him was eyeing him out- maybe she is a bully and has him in her sights’. ‘No! no! and no!’, he said. ‘He will be fine. He is happy and he is in good hands. Now relax would you??’ What the fuck would he know? I thought. I’m his mum- he is just the dad.
That day I didn’t go home- for real. I figured that there was not point taking my then 11-month-old daughter home for a nap or a proper feed. I would just make do with what’s in the baby bag and I’ll do drive through until its time to pick him up. I drove around his school about 16 times and even though I knew that on the first day they would not be letting the kindergarteners our to the playground I still tried to find him when the recess bell rang. For someone looking on, I undoubtedly looked like a sick pervert but I figured if the police did come and start asking questions I had a valid excuse and had nothing to fear. That day my daughter napped in her car seat and ate in her car seat and I changed her in the back seat- and even though I was thinking of my son I also started thinking how hard it would be to live out of our car- very hard.
It hit 11:30 am and I decided to get there a little early. I got to his class and was happy to see that there where other parents who were already there. I guess I wasn’t the only anxious parent!! When it hit 12pm- I couldn’t get into the classroom quick enough. I saw his face and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was fine. He was happy, he wasn’t hurt and he was even talking and laughing with some of the other kids in his class. I spoke to his teacher, who seemed too strict for my liking- I knew she was a bitch I thought. What I should have thought was that I was psychopath who had to find a negative amongst all this positive.
As soon as I had him by my side the questions started- how was your first day? How did your teacher treat you? How did the other kids treat you? Where they mean? Where they nice? Did you eat your lunch? What did you learn? Can you read yet? And they went on and on and on…
He answered them all patiently and happily. He had a great day and he loved his classmates and his teacher. ‘Are you sure she isn’t too mean?’ I asked for the hundredth time. ‘No’, he replied. ‘She is soo nice’. I still had my reservations.
As I’ve gotten to know her better and seen the improvements in my son I’ve realized he was right. She is fantastic. His classmates are adorable little kids and each and every parent at one point or another has had their fears and anxiety in relation to this significant milestone in their child’s life.
My son has excelled and I’m so happy that he has started this part of his life on such a good platform. I still get scared and at times its really hard but it was such an important and wonderful transition, and I was so glad I was there.
These are some of the things that I have taken from it:
– Be positive. Even when all your negativity is hitting you hard try and remain positive.
– If you can’t be positive all the time, at least stay positive and feign excitement in front of your child. Kids are so smart and they pick things up without you even realising it.
– Do your research- despite my minor breakdown what made it a little more bearable for me was that I had done my research beforehand and knew that if I was to let my son go to school- at least he was attending a good one.
– Reach out- I used to call my sisters late at night and tell them about how I felt. I explained my fears to my husband and even at times discussed it with mums I had just met. You will feel better for it.
– Talk to your child. In the midst of this transition we sometimes forget that maybe its not only us who is afraid. Discuss with your child how they feel about this new chapter in their lives.
– If possible attend orientation and any other introductory day before the first big day.
– The most important one of all is too believe in your child. Believe in their ability to make it through. They are much stronger than we give them credit for and we sometimes overlook their resilience. Believe in them, love them and they will thrive.
– And if that all fails pay an older kid to look after them- I hear $2/ per day is the going rate (Joking- I paid some girl $1 ;))!