“I want to go to school by that yellow school bus mommy!”
I still remember that words have been popping out of K’s mouth since the day he spotted a yellow school bus back then in the middle east couple of years ago. At the time he hadn’t even started school yet but he was so determined that he had to go in a school bus when his school day arrived.
Sadly, when he started school last year we were already back in Indonesia and the school he was enrolled to didn’t provide any school bus. This year is different. We have moved K to new school and little A is joining him. Their new school has school buses. Although the bus is not in yellow color (it’s red carrying the school’s signature color) K and little A were beyond thrilled to finally be able to take a ride in it.
Monday was their first day of school. K and I had gone through enough drama last year. Hence I wasn’t really worried about him. He was very confident and comfortable with his new school and classmates and didn’t need me to stay with him in the classroom.
Of course I had expected a drama with little A, which thankfully was a minor one. He was nervous I could tell so he wanted me to be there in the classroom with him. He refused any attempt made by his teacher to approach him or to interact with him and just minded his own business. He cried unconsolably for a good five minutes because I had tried to get out from the room during the class session. Therefore that day I spent the entire morning sat in the classroom for little A.
Tuesday the bus started to operate. That means they had to start going to school by bus. It was only second day of school and little A had to go without me. Of course he was all excited to learn that he was going with the bus but I was worried he would cry when he realized that mommy wasn’t there when he entered the classroom. So since the night before I told him repeatedly that mommy wouldn’t be there with him, that he should enjoy the class and have fun without mommy sat next to him and that he would go by bus together with K without mommy.
That morning little A wore his big smiley happy face as he waved at me from the bus. I believe it was partly due to the presence of his beloved brother who sat next to him. Little A felt safe and confident with K by his side. But I was wondering what would happen when they had to get off the bus because they had to go to different classroom.
The whole day I waited for a phone call from the school to tell me to fetch little A as he was crying out loud wanting for mommy.
Well, no phone calls.
The next thing I knew K and little A were already back from school, and little A still wearing that same happy face in the morning sat next to me and told me proudly, “mommy I didn’t cry at school”.
How was you first school day experience moms?