She's there. Right now as I write this my baby girl is somewhere up at school. She could be sitting cross-legged on the mat, playing on the monkey bars, making new friends, learning to read... I still can't quite get my head around it. And with the little guy asleep, the house is so quiet!
Scrag woke her up early this morning; he sneaked into her room and started clattering around. Dash tried to get him out before she was woken... too late. I heard him stage-whisper to her, "Go back to sleep OK? You need your rest for school..."As she was eating her porridge, I overheard Dash giving her the run-down: "First you get dressed, clean your teeth, put your lunch box on the counter and then you can watch some TV..."
Seems the little sister's graduation to the Big World of school is making her more acceptable to her older brother. The TV never did go on this morning. Instead I observed Big Brother playing "schools" with Little Sister, to help her get ready. Writing "2+2" and "5+5" on her blackboard and encouraging her to use her fingers to work out the answer. I just had to grab the camera to record such a warm fuzzy moment.
We found a carpark no problem (as we were soooo on time); Dash ran off ahead to his classroom and we trailed behind. Bag hung, drink bottle stowed, books handed over... the teacher instructed us to go to the office and get our official blue slip to say we've started.As I waited for my turn with the Office Lady, a familiar cheeky face appeared at the door; Big Brother had brought along two of his classmates to meet his sister.
"Want to come play with us...?" he asked her, and off she went. I'm still in shock!
The bell rang and she knew what to do, thanks to four weeks of Thursday morning school visits. I watched for a while, admiring how sweet she looks in her uniform, feeling proud. When I left she was sitting on the mat, looking every inch a confident schoolgirl.
In an hour I'll pick her up and see how her day went. I might go and whip up some muffins for our afternoon tea...?
After School Update: I managed to make a batch of Banana Choc Chip muffins and arrived at school just as the bell rang. A happy girl greeted me; the teacher confirmed she'd had a great day and seemed to fit in as if she'd been at school for ages. On the way to the car, we finally heard the words we were hoping for... "Mummy, I love love LOVE school!"
How do you find transitions/changes? Did you need the tissues on your kids' first day?
