Abir started play school last week. The first two days I was there with them, so he was fine. After that, I had to leave him alone. He cried, somedays for almost twenty mins. The first time we left the kids alone, all the moms (and one dad too) stayed back for the entire duration of the class... we had our ears pinned to the door of the class room. Any noise of crying and we would be on alert, whose kid is it this time?!
I seriously feel that moms ( and dads!) need more counselling than the little kids. The kids know no better, they probably think this is the way things function in their world. You grow up a bit and then you have to go to school. Getting used to the idea that our dearest darling babies are going to be away from us for two hours, under somebody else's supervision is really hard to take. In Abir's school they dont allow you to talk to the teachers after the first week, you have to take an appointment and come if you have some special concerns. The thrity second meeting I have with his teacher when she hands him over to me, I try to read her eyes, her tone of voice, the way she looks at Abir to figure how it really went for the both of them inside the class! Call me paranoid - if not for this rule, I know I would eat the teachers head asking her what Abir did all the time! If he smiled enough, played with the other kids... managed to do this activity, act out the rhymes or not...!
So... this is now almost the end of the second week of school. Abir puked today, he does that when he cries very intensely, he has done it once before in the school and I had shared my opinion with the teachers that this is normal and I wont be too concerned if this happened again. Still, the teacher called me and said maybe Abir is unwell so he puked? Oh well... this naughty, cheerful kid I left at the school door was definitely not unwell. I went to the school, waited and as I expected, he was fine after some time.
The owner of the school told me that along with the moms even the teachers have become a little paranoid! Hmm... now... really, whats one to do? So these will be stressful times, however hard one tries... there will be bumps and bruises on the way... Our little kids will grow up anyway, and hopefully, become the way we want them to, with some jarring edges here and there - how can I forget how much I troubled my mom when I was growing up? So I really can't expect to be not troubled by my son later on... I wont. But still, will I take it in my stride... maybe - maybe not..... its all hit and try here... but its fun all the same!
Gotta rush to pick up Abir from the school... more later!
