At this point he’d barely exchanged two words with his teacher, and I do know he uses the term love very loosely (I love *person who just gave me sweets*, I just don’t really love walking, etc.) Still. I stayed a little while longer.
I was slightly put out that he didn’t want me to hang around for longer, especially as the bright green playdoh and fancy tools they’d set out looked super fun. And, really? Are we not doing the whole tearful goodbye thing? But I was so prepared for it, a packet of tissues in hand, his favourite toy in my bag. Just in case.
But he was ok. Of course he was.
I stuck around for a while, spying through the window in the door. He read a book, he played with some dinosaurs. I watched him wander around the room. Looking at the drawers full of learning materials, studying the empty walls and quietly observing two boys wrecking the role play area.
An hour later when I picked him up, he was mostly concerned about the fact they hadn’t eaten anything, and why was it such a short day? When we got home, we carefully hung his uniform up, ready to put back on in the morning. He left his socks on though, and when I reminded him that we do in fact live in Dubai, and that he probably didn’t need them on now that school was finished for the day, he looked down at his plain, ankle high, navy blue socks and said “But they are pretty cool socks, right?”
I want to remember today. His new haircut, his favourite boxer shorts. How proud he was to carry his new rucksack and wear his new, smart school shoes. How quietly confident, and very ok he was, in his own little way.
I remember my own first day of school so very well. It was a lovely sunny, August day, and I wore a pair of brand new, white Wellington boots. As far as I was concerned, come rain or shine, these boots were clearly the coolest thing around. Dressed for success, definitely. How about you? Can you remember your first day at school? And how did your kids handle their first day at big school? And were you ok?