This year my son started kindergarten in our small community. It was a massive and often upsetting adjustment. In the beginning, he would burst into tears a moment after stepping off the school bus. He begged not to go to school. His behaviour became, well, we will say that his behaviour at home became difficult. This hard time required me to reach deeper inside myself than ever before to help him find his way through a troubling time in his young life.
It wasn’t the school that was the problem. My son had spent his whole life up until this point at my side. No childcare. No outside preschool. Pretty much just us. Every day. The transition was a difficult one.
My son’s teacher is incredibly warm and is actually homeschooling her own children. Fortunately, she understood the feelings my son must be having and never once did I have to feel judged for choosing to “homeschool” my son for preschool. This was the best of circumstances. Mrs. H also claimed that Winter was happy at school in spite of the fact that at the end of every half-day or full-day of school, when asked the typical question: “How was school today?” The answer was always: “Bad”. It was making my heart ache. I didn’t particularly enjoy school. With so many years ahead of our kindergartener, his father and I hoped he could learn to Love school!
Gradually, as my little boy would say “bad”, his eyes would betray his lie. Then the corners of his mouth began to turn up at the corners as he muttered his predictable “bad”. It took a couple of months, but finally he said “Good”! Eventually, when I suggested we walk to school together through the forest he claimed that I was being a terrible mother. He wanted to be on the bus with his friends (at the beginning of the school year, on the days I didn’t take him to school, he would implore me not to make him ride the school bus)! His friends comprise the entire school. How lucky he is. I love visiting this tiny school. It truly feels like a happy family. Recently, when I picked my son up part way through the day, a third grader jumped up from her desk and ran over to give my little kindergartener a hug before he left for the day. Heart warming to say the least. The teachers are also very maternal towards the kids and it is a wonderful place to lay down the foundations for my children’s school years. I am so grateful.
This year my son will attend his first school Valentine party. We wanted to do something special for all the kids for the Valentine exchange so we needle felted Valentines. It is such a pleasure to give tokens of love to everyone at the school!
Happy Valentine’s Day!