New school…week 2


A little over a week ago, the twins started out at their new school. The first three days were exciting and the boys barely glanced back to say good bye after I dropped them off at the gate. But then this week things have changed. While Nish absolutely loves going to school and looks forward to each day there Sid is having a tough time with the separation from me. The last couple of months he has been home and principally hanging out with yours truly. 

So each morning, as we round the corner for school, Sid starts whimpering, his lower lip and chin quivering, that he does not want to go to school. By the time i pull up outside the school gate, he is bawling quite loudly. He negotiates with me…if i go in, will you stay in school? Or, I will go in after 5 minutes. Let’s talk for 5 minutes more. 

I feel sorry for him, yet i know that it is a matter of time before he settles in. He had a similar initial period in his earlier preschool and then he settled in beautifully. All the same i feel really sad when he looks like that. This evening he even tried to fabricate a tummy ache. “my stomach hurts, aai. I don’t feel very well. I don’t think i will be able to go to school tomorrow”.

I hope he settles down. Otherwise so fiercely independent, this is a side of his that is tough to understand and tough to see! 


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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