“Once she starts school, she’ll be out the door. She’ll be gone!” My husband said to me last year when we were deciding whether to send little T to school as a four-year-old or wait till she turned five. You see, she just turned four a few weeks before school began and my husband just thought that she was way too young and opted to send her when she was five.
Too soon, for big school?
But I felt she was ready. Why? Because she was always eager to do new things, always eager to be with her friends and she always wanted more. I used to be able to satisfy her with a few activities to do at home, but she seemed insatiable, spending three days at play-school didn’t seem enough for her anymore. That’s why I decided she was definitely ready.
And when it came, the first few days were an emotional-roller-coaster ride for all of us. She would cry as soon as we reached school and cling to my neck. At one time, I even wondered – “Have I made a mistake? Did I push my daughter even before she was ready for big school?”. The thing is, yes she cried on the first day of class. But the head teacher phoned us less than twenty-minutes later, to tell us that Little T was absolutely fine after about ten-minutes of tears, not wailing, just tears. And yes, this crying and clinging unto mummy went on for about a week or so, but even before the second week was over, she was fine. As if she decided to stop all nonsense and admit to herself “It’s not so bad. In fact, I’m having so much fun with my friends!”
We started her off just staying half-days, and by the second week, she was staying the whole day! And would eagerly look forward to school each day. She absolutely loves it no. She comes home and chats away and tells us about her friends, who did-what and what they did.
I am loving that she is loving it. And not only that, she has learned a lot. Before going to big-school, we never sat her down to “study” and learn letters or numbers. We never bought her any flashcards. Not because we couldn’t be bothered, but more because we wanted our child to just have fun. We figured at her age, having fun is more important. Exploring is more important. Reading be it, just looking at her books, or reciting the stories she’s memorised and doing it just for the fun of it. She could count big numbers, not because we taught her, but because she liked counting her toys one-by-one.
It’s been over a month now since she began “big-school, yes, we do still occasionally get the “I’m going to miss you mummy” as she steps out the door to go to school, or a hesitant-wave to her dad as she queues to go inside her class , but mostly it’s always excited babble to and fro from school and that makes us extremely happy and …