My gorgeous boy, is off to school in a couple of weeks.
He is uber excited and feels he is all grown up.
I am excited for him. In the first year of school they learn so much don’t they?
With the two girls, I felt they were ready for school. I had no hesitation. They needed what school could provide. They needed the stimulation; they wanted to learn. I felt fine, a little sad, I think a few small tears were shed, when I settled them in that first day. I knew they were going to thrive, and they did.
Maybe it is the stage of my life I am in at the moment. Yes maybe I am getting a bit old. Maybe it is because he is my little boy. But the thought of that first day, leaving him there, makes my eyes fill with tears, even now. I don’t know how I am going to cope that first day.
Yes, they learn a lot. They learn that kids can be cruel. They learn that life isn't fair. They learn that there are people in the world who are bullies.
This is my sweet little man. His smile is open and loving and trusting. I am very protective of him. Does it show?
I try very hard not to let my own experiences of my school days, affect the kids. I hated it. I hated the cliques. The popular group versus the ones who wore the wrong shoes, the wrong clothes, brought the wrong lunch to school. I was the victim of bullies, because of my shyness.
I know that I shouldn't project. My kids are different to me. How they deal with different things will be and is different to how I dealt with things when I was their age.
Melanie
