Moms! Are exceptional beings. They know how to handle the unimaginable sequence of tasks at home without being rewarded for it. Sometimes we learn how to reward ourselves by sneaking into our personal purse, that monetary token from a guest who says “Just buy her Diapers with this little token”. Yes, not all ‘Diaper money gift’ go to Diapers. We sure buy a camisole for her, a pair of cargo pants for little baby boy and a little chocolate for Mummy (Daddy doesn’t have to know this part). Yes we have such distributing power. We do such amazing things but one thing that breaks the heart of almost every Mom is the first day of school for her child.
Last year, just as we arrived Nigeria. We intended getting a school for my daughter for the short time we were going to spend there. I was so nervous because it was her first time of having a classroom experience. I tried giving her pep talks, rehearsing all that we have learnt from ‘home pre-schooling’ and ran it through over and over again. That day finally came and she was whisked away so fast. Reason being, the longer I lingered and said our goodbyes, the more emotional and upset we would get. So I let it be and cried as I got into the car. I wondered how my baby girl was coping. I waited for about 20 minutes in that vicinity before leaving. I had even planned staying there through out the school period but that will make me one hell of a paranoid Mom so I backed out. When it was time to pick her up, the joy in me felt like when a thirsty sojourner in the desert meets an oasis. After a week, I was the one being dragged to school by an overzealous toddler.
Now we are in Grenada. My daughter started school a week ago. I thought it would be easier for me since we’ve crossed this hurdle but this time, it even feels worse. Being in a foreign country and her classmates being predominantly white, I wondered again how my baby girl was going to cope. Her head dropped so low when I dropped her off with the school minders. By the time I was done with the paperwork I saw her playing with the other kids. She didn’t even look at me a second time. Being so anxious, I came earlier than the pick up time and my girl was busy being herself. It got me thinking, Do we Moms just worry for nothing? I tried remembering how my first day in Primary school was (I can’t remember how my first day in nursery school went). I remember just looking around and observing things but made some friends immediately. Knowing who my mom is, I’m sure she must have had sleepless nights prior to my first day.
Right now, my baby girl is enthusiastic about school, just as she always was, back home in Nigeria. So I keep wondering what the paranoia from the parent is all about. For me, worrying seems legit. I worry if she is being bullied or she’s bullying another kid. I worry about past tales of kids not being handled nicely by attendants. Especially, when she’s a small child and can’t defend herself. So far, so good, she comes back home happy and I ask myself, why worry in the first place?
I’m not the first parent (including Dads) who gets paranoid about their Child’s first day of school. So the question is, what do we get paranoid about? Are you a paranoid Mom like me? What feeds your paranoia on your Child’s first day (first few days) in school? How do/did you get over it? Kindly say it in the comment section.
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