A Mommy's Fear
Tomorrow Kimi will move on to another step in his life.
He's going to school, playschool that is.
I remember my first day in school. I was a crybaby back then (no surprise eh?), Mak and Abah not only stayed for the whole day, they also sent my elder brother to stay with me for the whole week and made my brother teman me on the school bus. w00t.
I remember my anxiety that day, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, some of whom weren't very kind, without the comfort of my parents' protection. Who do I talk to? Who should I ask for help? Teachers seemed too intimidating while "friends" were busy with their own problems.
But of course, I got through.
Would my son face the same thing?
Will he be able to mix around and make friends? Is he going to be the darling one or the annoying one? (Jangan tipu la, cikgu2 mesti ada sorang dua dalam kelas that they wish weren't there. The ones whose hands raised are purposely ignored.). Is he going to be the talkative one or the one who always choose to seat at the far corner of the class, hoping that the teachers won't notice him? Will he be able to adapt? How long will it take for him to adapt?
Will the long commute to and from school tire him? Will I be tired too? Will I be able to keep up with his excitement, sharing with me stories of his day at the kindy on the way back home?
Will he be able to catch on his ABCs, 123s? Will he be a good student?
I know I worry too much, too early but I can't help it. Tomorrow, our whole laidback life will change, like forever. (okay, drama queen alert!).
InsyaAllah everything will be alright. InsyaAllah.
He's going to school, playschool that is.
I remember my first day in school. I was a crybaby back then (no surprise eh?), Mak and Abah not only stayed for the whole day, they also sent my elder brother to stay with me for the whole week and made my brother teman me on the school bus. w00t.
I remember my anxiety that day, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, some of whom weren't very kind, without the comfort of my parents' protection. Who do I talk to? Who should I ask for help? Teachers seemed too intimidating while "friends" were busy with their own problems.
But of course, I got through.
Would my son face the same thing?
Will he be able to mix around and make friends? Is he going to be the darling one or the annoying one? (Jangan tipu la, cikgu2 mesti ada sorang dua dalam kelas that they wish weren't there. The ones whose hands raised are purposely ignored.). Is he going to be the talkative one or the one who always choose to seat at the far corner of the class, hoping that the teachers won't notice him? Will he be able to adapt? How long will it take for him to adapt?
Will the long commute to and from school tire him? Will I be tired too? Will I be able to keep up with his excitement, sharing with me stories of his day at the kindy on the way back home?
Will he be able to catch on his ABCs, 123s? Will he be a good student?
I know I worry too much, too early but I can't help it. Tomorrow, our whole laidback life will change, like forever. (okay, drama queen alert!).
InsyaAllah everything will be alright. InsyaAllah.
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