It?s an exciting week for Big Girl (BG) as she?s starting junior school. We?ve been getting ready for this event for several weeks, or at least shopping for the occasion: new uniform; rucksack (instead of a book bag); and her first pencil case complete with gel pens and glue stick.
But on Sunday night, without any warning, she suddenly had a meltdown. Over the school holidays a host of different worries ? big children, tough lessons and homework – which had been niggling at her, suddenly came flooding out. However, by reminding her of the numerous positive things such as the greater freedom, the after-school clubs, and of course the rucksack and pencil case, we managed to cheer her up.
So by 8.55 on Tuesday, her first day, BG was in a better state than her nervous parents. (We?d both decided to delay our working day to mark the occasion). In the end it was an anti-climax. Delivery of child to the school hall, turn round and leave without a backward glance (from BG anyway).
It was certainly easier, emotionally, than her first day at infant school. But part of me is sad because I can?t believe BG is growing up so quickly; she still looks so young. Although I have to admit I?ve been looking forward to juniors as I believe it will relieve some of my childcare issues. I have high hopes for her new school, but only time will tell.
