Like many other families this week, we faced the big milestone of starting school.
For a long time, I had anticipated this day. To see the twinions not only reach the next level of independence, but to also do it on their own terms. Hence, we decided to put them in separate classes.
While the teachers had pre-warned that the first day of school was going to be a crazy jungle, I had not expected it to be diabolical.
Kids crying, paparazzi parents (including yours truly) pushing through like fan crushing a rock concert.
Bad cop teachers using their best theatrics to get everyone’s attention, good cops doing their best to grin and bear.
Just as my nerves started to calm as I saw K-Bear line up obediently, ready to launch his school career, everything went to pieces when it was Nunu’s turn.
Quietly waiting in his line, some kid behind him started pushing him, yelling in his face, “Get out of my waaaaay!!!”
With the railing between me and my boy, I watched in terror as this kid continued to scream at my son.
In his attempt to take control of the madness, Mr Surfer was unsuccessful in reaching over and but managed to catch the boy’s eye and say sternly, “Hey, that’s not very nice. Don’t push him…”
In seconds, they all marched into class. The moment Nunu was gone, I burst into tears. I completely lost it and buried my head in my husband’s chest.
What a shitty, shitty, shitty first day.
The screaming kid’s mum saw the final moments and while she tried to stop her son, it was too late. But she did apologise profusely, which was really, really lovely. It didn’t take much to see how embarrassed she was.
In the heat of excitement and nervousness, it could have easily been one of my children because, as I shockingly discovered, on the first day of kindy, there is only bedlam in the schoolyard.
But every schoolyard has its special tree – one that offers sanctuary, some time to peace out. That’s where I sat for a while. Trying to digest this new chapter in our lives.
The small incident I witnessed my son go through was probably more a lesson for me to toughen up because he seemed pretty unfazed by it.
And if he’s okay, then I should be okay.
This schoolyard. It’ll see the best and worst of every kid.
Was it your child’s first day of school this year? Any memories from previous years? Got any tips for a brand new (read: clueless) school mum?